Today was the day I had been dreading for months.
The day I had been losing weight for.
The day I chose the lightest clothes for.
The day I lost three vials of blood for.
The day of my "quadrannual" physical checkup.
As it happens, it went well.
Um, fairly well.
No, it wasn't too bad...
Okay, it was crap.
I needed an EKG. Palpatations.
I need to lose more weight. No duh!
I need to get more sleep. What? No more naps at work?
I need to drink more water. Kidney stones.
I need to exercise. Every frickin' day, apparently.
I need to go for another mammogram. Oh joy.
More pain, prodding, poking, squeezing and overall humiliation.
But then I saw that today's paper was pink. Pink for Breast Cancer Awareness.
And I realized it could be worse. Much worse.
So I'll go get prodded, poked and squeezed.
And I'll try to stop whining about it too.
I only hope I'm more successful at THAT than I will be at any of those other changes I need to make.
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