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May. 29th, 2013 11:55 amWell, on the positive, I'm not at work today. Instead, I'm at the doctor's office!
It's scheduled, don't worry. I haven't injured myself recently. At least, not badly enough to require medical attention.
I have three appointments scheduled over the course of the day, which was convenient and efficient and highly unlikely, all things considered. I won't complain. At least this way I get to just spend one day feeling very exposed instead of three feeling mildly so. Apprently I'm ticklish, either that or there's something very wrong with me.
Doctor: *pokes me in the chest*
Me: *flinches*
Doctor: *looks at me*
Doctor: *pokes again*
Me: *flinches* That's uncomfortable, sorry.
Doctor: Do you always feel pain when someone touches you?
Me: Define "touch", DOCTOR POKES ME WITH COLD FINGERS.
I left that last part off. Seriously, sorry I'm not used to being POKED IN THE CHEST, dude.
So now I'm curled up in a corner of the medical center reading Gadsby, a novel written in 1939 entirely without the use of the letter E. It's...certainly something.
It's scheduled, don't worry. I haven't injured myself recently. At least, not badly enough to require medical attention.
I have three appointments scheduled over the course of the day, which was convenient and efficient and highly unlikely, all things considered. I won't complain. At least this way I get to just spend one day feeling very exposed instead of three feeling mildly so. Apprently I'm ticklish, either that or there's something very wrong with me.
Doctor: *pokes me in the chest*
Me: *flinches*
Doctor: *looks at me*
Doctor: *pokes again*
Me: *flinches* That's uncomfortable, sorry.
Doctor: Do you always feel pain when someone touches you?
Me: Define "touch", DOCTOR POKES ME WITH COLD FINGERS.
I left that last part off. Seriously, sorry I'm not used to being POKED IN THE CHEST, dude.
So now I'm curled up in a corner of the medical center reading Gadsby, a novel written in 1939 entirely without the use of the letter E. It's...certainly something.
