X-Ray
Today I had to go in and get X-rays done (you know, for the crippling hip disability I seem to have acquired through a motor vehicle incident about 2 years ago), you know, to see if anything could be seen as to why I can't walk on uneven ground, put my legs in all the fun places, or do simple tasks, such as bending over sometimes.
The technician asked if there was any chance that I was pregnant and I got really flustered had to think think about it. And I talked through the think think about it with the clinician, who looked at me oddly, until I said, "but I just got my period so no."
Never mind the fact that THERE IS NO PHYSICAL WAY I AM. What the hell? Did my brain suddenly think I just might have gotten some sperm somehow and without knowing, because I wouldn't have known the sperm was there, impregnate myself?
All my best posts come to me while I am drifting off to sleep at night, and I always think I will post them the next day. Of course, I never remember them. Or even the subject of them it seems.
UPDATE: Note to self, wear something that doesn't require you to wear a thong on days of physio-therapy because no matter how cute they are, it isn't cute to have your ass hanging out of a hospital wrap, doing exercises and exposing your behind to old men trying to regain movement in their shoulders.
The technician asked if there was any chance that I was pregnant and I got really flustered had to think think about it. And I talked through the think think about it with the clinician, who looked at me oddly, until I said, "but I just got my period so no."
Never mind the fact that THERE IS NO PHYSICAL WAY I AM. What the hell? Did my brain suddenly think I just might have gotten some sperm somehow and without knowing, because I wouldn't have known the sperm was there, impregnate myself?
All my best posts come to me while I am drifting off to sleep at night, and I always think I will post them the next day. Of course, I never remember them. Or even the subject of them it seems.
UPDATE: Note to self, wear something that doesn't require you to wear a thong on days of physio-therapy because no matter how cute they are, it isn't cute to have your ass hanging out of a hospital wrap, doing exercises and exposing your behind to old men trying to regain movement in their shoulders.
posted by Muss at 9:05 am
4 Comments:
how are the results?
The old men stared at me intensely as I walked out of my cubicle and left.
Today I wore a much more interesting yellow pantie with monkeys and bananas and sparkles on it just for them, but they really kept my cubicle closed this time.
oh that sucked.
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