Why is it that the only open physical appt for a month is on the second-busiest day of the second semester? Today was the 100th day, and I had to leave at 1345. (figure it out. Military time makes SENSE.)
Why is it always the day you have to get naked, that the doctor is running late? Forty-five minutes I sat there, cooling my heels and…other parts.
Why is it that I, a perfectly rational (sort of) and fairly, if not highly, intelligent person need a doctor to tell me that I don’t eat right, I don’t exercise enough, and I need to do something about it if I don’t want all sorts of icky problems?
Ah well. Message received, Doc. Thanks.