Make some appointments…since you haven’t been to the doctor in three years.

Actually, Elite Daily, I have been to the doctor in the last year…but it was only because I was sick and needed a prescription.

Before that, though…yeah…it’d been a while. I hate doctors. All of them. Except my shrink…but that’s because she doesn’t look in my ears, prod my abdomen, or steal my blood. She just talks to me, about me, which we all know is my favorite subject.

Regardless, I did make a doctor’s appointment, just for a little checkup. Ugh. I’m not sure if this is the most productive idea to keep someone from texting boys…because what the hell else do you do in the waiting room? Read old magazines? I think not.

Luckily, I don’t go anywhere without a notebook and pen…so I wrote. But if that’s not something that interests you…you may want to skip this one. Or over-indulge in Candy Crush. Whatever floats your boat.

At least I know I’m healthy…

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