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Another one bites the dust!

I am elated to be sitting here, post-physical, done for another year!! 


I love my doc - she's a friend that I enjoy talking with about nearly everything, but is there anything worse than a physical for women???

 It starts with the dreaded scale (that's surely calibrated to add 10 pounds so that you focus on the stress of the number instead of whats to come) and then to the peeing in a cup (and you're to read the directions and do it correctly!).  Once you're dixie cup is put in the compartment you're led to an examination room and told to remove your clothing and dun a paper 'gown' opened in the front. I know these are surely shrinking because they just don't cover the way they used to and this can't have anything to do with the number on the scale!! Once on the examination table, you realize that your backside is uncovered and that once the door is opened it is certainly going to be the first thing the doc and all others in the hall will see. But it's not your first rodeo and you know this isn't the worst thing the doc will see! I won't go into the details, all women know the rest of the story!!

 The annual physical is a little like childbirth - painful while it's happening and such a joy when it's done. Instead of an adorable bundle of joy, though, you leave with referrals for other appointments or prescription refills. And the biggest joy of all is the appointment for next year's physical!

 Hence my elation at sitting here, post-physical. 
Oh, and by the way - I passed!!!!
Phew.
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