Going to the doctor really isn't that bad. Having a complete stranger touch you in happy places can lend itself to honest conversations. If nobody else you can't hide anything from your doctor. I figure if you can't express yourself to someone who just juggled your bubbles then who can you talk to? Go get a physical. You might even make a new friend.
Getting blood work done isn't that bad either. However, this morning I was paranoid that by chewing on a flaming hot cheeto I could have disrupted my blood work. (I was supposed to fast). I did fast because I spit out the cheeto, but I was worried that somehow I had swallowed some salt or something. Another thing that was confirmed to me this morning was that taking a shit without going pee is horribly uncomfortable, and takes all joy and relaxation out of the morning duties... stupid urine sample. Shots aren't that bad either. Watching the blood come out of my arm was so fascinating. I do not like the needle, and I won't watch it stick into my vein, but the blood looks super cool. My blood is really dark maroon, the doc said it was the color of healthy blood, only a color that real blood can pull off. I liked it, my handsome blood.
Now that my physical is over I just get to wait. Hopefully there is nothing physically wrong with me, but I wish there was a way I could get a mental physical administered. Perhaps by this hypnotherapist?
