My day started with a good, long, hard stare into my underwear drawer. I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled and no matter how brazen I may be in some parts of my life -blogging about my underwear for example- I just cannot bring myself to wear even remotely sexy underwear to a doctor’s appointment. I recognize that this is ridiculous because a) it is not like I am strutting around the office in garter stockings and a bustier – I mean, it is still underpants, b) my doctor is female and very cool, and c) plain, flesh tone, full coverage underpants do not specifically impart the message that I am a specimen of perfect health and remember to take my calcium every day.
So, I considered my options. It is, after all, Misbehaving Tuesday, and a crucial component of misbehaving is wearing underthings that put a spring in my step on an otherwise unstimulating weekday – what would be the third date underwear if I were single. However, I am not dating my doctor. It took some thinking, but I came up with the Missouri Compromise of underpants: one of those innocent looking girly pairs that women look at and say, “oh my god, those are so cute!” and men look at a say, “Hwwwuh.” Yeah, we know exactly what we’re doing with those, fellas. We are forming an independent state constitution north of the 36th parallel, if you catch my meaning. Ladies, am I right? Behold, the power of Missouri Compromise underpants.
Do not try this at home. Taking a picture of one's own shoulder can cause muscle strain and dropping things.
My appointment went just fine and was behavior filled. Also, I was thoroughly poked: I got an H1N1 vaccine, and I had the usual bloodwork drawn, which for me includes a couple of extras. As I was sitting in the poking chair with my arm twitching, I watched the lab tech review the form, take a vial from the supply, and then another vial, and then another… seven vials in all for me to fill. “Good lord,” I said. “That’s a lot of vials.”
“No it’s not,” she replied.
Touche, lab tech.
I went home, put on my misbehaving socks, and carried on through the rest of the day: errands, homework, and regenerating blood cells. Perhaps not the most exciting Misbehaving Tuesday ever, but I would like to think that as I write this, my shiny new blood cells are getting down and funky, maybe having a little party in the marrow, yo.
I Love this post!!!!