So, I’ve got my first women’s well check in almost five years. I know, I know, not good. I always was sure to take care of that before…now, I have kids. I’m the last one to go to the doctor, dentist or potty for that matter. But, I’ve got it written on every calendar, in my iPhone and have filled out all the forms. Now, if they would just replace that paper gown with a nice bathrobe, lend me some soft, fuzzy socks, set up a warming tray for their tools of torture and kindly serve me a glass of wine, I’d be a little less anxious. I will be glad for the hour or so to myself…until, I’m greeted by the grumpy receptionist and the scale.
Have a good day.
Xoxo
Kristi
Autism In Our House 
All primped for my “date.”
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