How long has it been since I smashed my knee? Three months? How long have I had constant tonsilitis? Six, seven years? What do we do about either? Oh yeah, a shload of NOTHING.
Suddenly my mother tells me she made me an appointment to get a physical. Oh heck no!!!
Sure, they can say: "Guess what, you smashed your knee and because you took THREE MONTHS to come in we can't do anything about it." Or how about: "You have constant tonsilitis, like we've told you EVERY TIME you've come in. Go get them cut out."
There is no way in heck I am letting them poke, prod, and touch me.
Like I need someone to tell me I've grown 3 inches and gained 60+ lbs since my last visit and I have excellent hearing and vision and I have awesome posture for someone this tall. As if I'm not well aware. It took FOUR tries to get blood out of my tiny little veins last time. Never again! You do not need to test me for anything. (My only problems are psychological-So don't touch me, hahaha)
"You are too chunky for your height and you have zits." Well thanks. Glad I came and let you violate me in every way humanly possible to come to that conclusion.
Plus I get to have six teeth drilled as well as four wisdom teeth yanked out all within the next couple months.
WAHOO FOR ME!!!
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