Doctors Appointment

Got the dog’s pee collected, now for my turn.

I hate my annual physical jus a much as the next person.

My doctor sends the bottles home so I can at least pee all over myself in my own bathroom and then shower. But then I have to walk into the doctors office carrying my pee – I used to use a brown paper bag, but setting it inot the pee tray with all the other bottles drew even more attention to what I was doing.

The second worst part of the visit s undressing and piling your clothes on the chair. I have to make sure I do it in such a way that my underwear can’t be seen. Yes, she is going to be liking in my nether regions, but god forbid she see my cotton underwear.


I was so worried about my panties that I forgot about my bra and when I jumped up on the examining table I noticed that I had left my bra on top of the pile and I didn’t have a chance to hid it before she came back.

I think it is the lack of food before the appointment that turns me into such a head case. For some reason, as soon as I realize that I am into the fasting time, all I want to do is eat. It is such a long night and then I wake up starving. The worst part – I almost never snack at night and I don’t’ eat breakfast – it’s just my stupid brain playing a dirty trick on me.