mystery tonsils

My arm is feeling funny, but I am pretty sure that is all in my head. I know I feel I look funny, because there is a big band-aid with a cotton swab stuck to the crook of my arm. Despite my efforts I nearly passed out after they took my blood. What is that? Needles were less scary when I was a little girl; it just gets worse with each passing year. (This is just another example, perhaps, of how school knowledge can ruin something for you...whenever I think of my body's insides, of the systems and organs, it makes me a little woozy. At least when something is being done to them. Euh.) Anyway, I hope I don't have mono for all that trouble. Well, really I don’t care what I have, so long as it’s curable and soon. Spending a week or two like someone from Shaun of the Dead was not part of my plan.

I couldn't help but find it amusing that to help keep me conscious they gave me some Handisnacks and a can of Meijer orange juice that tasted more like thinly-veiled grapefruit juice. While the juice was good, it's not fooling anybody. That's grapefruit in a can. The Handisnacks were funny simply because it's probably the least healthy healthy-snack on the planet. (Well, I guess they don't pretend to be healthy-snacks, or else that's what they would be called...nevermind) Go to a health clinic and they give you synthetic cheese to boost your body. ? Of course, I ate them gratefully anyway. :)

One thing I wasn't so grateful for was the doctor, "Mike", who insisted on touching my knee to gauge how I was feeling the whole time. I wanted to be like "um, that's so unnecessary right now get your hands off me", but didn't because I failed to stand up for myself. Maybe from now on I will have enough backbone to assert myself in weird situations like that (e.g. interactions with authority figures such as doctors, who can act with a lot of impunity under the guise of your friendly care-giver). Should have had that part of my backbone five yesterdays ago, but that's what I get for giving the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the doubt is what gets me--a little less of that and I won't have to give so much benefit to lecherous men in positions of power. (I thought to ask his name before leaving, to which he replied "Mike". Thank you Doctor Mike, that's exactly what I was asking you. Really I just want to be your friend... That's where I should have said something more serious. Failure to stand up #2.) So I'm sorry friends, but I can't tell you who to avoid other than to give a physical description. C'est la vie.

This doesn't just apply to men; the same rule can and should be applied to any authority figure (lecherous or non). Be wary of all those types, and don't let them put one over on you. Rrrrr.