I stood up our new doctor today. I was supposed to come in for a "swab," but, curiously, I didn't feel like it.
On the phone with the clinic last week, I questioned the necessity of said "swab." Oh, we just need to be sure you don't have gonorrhea or chlamydia, Nurse chirps. I tell Chirpy I'm quite certain that I'm not infected with an STD. She responded that she, too, was certain, and yet I still needed to come in for the necessary swabbing.
I told her the clinic's repeated attempts to get me in the stirrups was becoming suspicious.
When the alarm went off at 6 o'clock this morning, I was like, Swab? I think not. I shut it off and rolled over. E intervened.
E: Get up.
E: Get up! You have an appointment.
GS: It's 6 AM. I'm not getting up at 6 AM for a damn swab.
E: They said you need a swab. You have to get one.
GS: Why? Why must I blindly follow their commands? I refuse.
And I slept until 7:30.
So, I know, it certainly isn't interesting enough to blog about, and yet I do it regardless. Why? SEE EARLIER POST!! Despite attempts by E to thwart me, I wrestled a little dignity and control from the iron-grip of Clinic, and it feels good!
But I still have to get that fucking swab tomorrow.