merely talk

I went and visited the doctor today. What a joy I tell ya. They spent my entire 20 minutes in the office letting me know that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. At all. But I mentioned off hand that I was a vegetarian, and was immediately sent to get several blood tests done, as well as a pregnancy test just to make sure. I understand that they want to check for everything. That's fine. I don't even mind being checked for anemia. Cause who knows, there's a chance I got it. But they sent me for a whole bunch of tests without telling me. The only reason I knew I was being sent for a pregnancy test was that I'm able to read, and I looked at everything they wanted looked at. Sigh.

I know there is absolutely no bloody way I'm pregnant. I've been losing weight for the first thing. Not to mention a whole load of other reasons, one being I'm not exactly an ideal candidate for immaculate conception and no angels have been knocking on my door. But now I'm worried. I'm such a psychosomatic it's not even funny.

To reward myself for being a good girl and letting the mean needle wielding man take four vials of blood out of me I treated myself to a new DVD purchase. The Shawshank Redemption just released it's 10 year anniversary Special Edition. And I now own it. And it's awesome. I just finished watching it. And I sobbed like a little baby. It wasn't pretty delicate crying either. It was the ugly gasping for air, squished up eyes, red cheeks crying. The kind that leaves your abdomen aching and your throat sore. Thank God I live alone.

It was quite cathartic though. I'm pretty relaxed, more so than I've been for some time. I just watched the movie, ate grapes and worked on my knitting, with a blanket wrapped around my legs and the fire roaring beside me. Not a bad way to end a pretty lousy day off.

Bloody doctors.