I search for my alarm, but it’s nowhere to be found.
The morning routine is just that. I arrive to work late….
I have no coffee, so the morning is a dull aching fog I swim thru
Until my time comes. Doctor to see. First time since 1983?
I think the smile was for show.
In a cramped, tiny room with a stranger, trying to make polite conversation.
I try, but she saw right through me, and I her.
Doctor, please help me, are the words that escape my lips. The pain!
How are you, he asks? He doesn’t wait for my reply, but looks at my paperwork.
I usually wait until forty to do this exam, but since you are here…
Let my mind go blank.
I hear a glove snap, tells me he’ll call me
And the door closes.
Back to work. It seems like all the clowns wore their ass hats today.
Why wasn’t I notified?
Sometimes I feel like a termite, choking on a splinter.
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Regardless of gender, doctor visits are never fun. One word….or it might be two.
You have to try to find a happy place in your head in those circumstances…