Today I am thankful for my crazy gynecologist.
Okay, not really.
I lost my insurance, so I'll probably never see her again.
I made an appointment a few weeks before filing for a divorce to check out a lump I found in my left breast.
It is gone now.
During the appointment, we did a sexual history questionnaire.
I told her I'd been celibate for 6+ years (7 now).
I've had only one partner in over twenty years!
I guess she didn't believe me.
I got a letter from the lab today.
Yeah...I'm completely STD free.
She must have tested me for all sorts of itchy scratchy thingies because the insurance paid for it.
Nice....
I could have told her that.
So, I guess I didn't get anything from the toilet seat in the past few years.
Well...the joke is on her.
I'm not completely STD free.
It's in my monogram.
My initials are STD.
Seriously....why do all sorts of STD tests for a prude?
Huh?
Wow....
Should I save the letter? Do I need to frame it? Is it like a diploma or something?
How bizarre is that? I've never received a piece of parchment for passing a physical before.
Life IS weird.
Love ya,
S.