I have always dreaded going to the doctors’ office for my yearly check up. I worried about that as much as I worried about going to the hair stylist.
Will they notice the bald spots? Will the doctor question it, only to have my mother answer in that disapproving tone of voice she always used whenever discussing my “problem?”
Yesterday was my appointment. I highly doubt that they got an accurate blood pressure and/or pulse reading, because I was so nervous. Come to think of it, they probably thought the reading was accurate based off of the readings for the past nine years, but I digress…
He pulled out his little flashlighty thing and told me to remove my glasses. Alright, the moment of truth. Deep breath. It’s going to be okay.
It was! Ha! He didn’t notice!
I was so relieved…
Until next year, my dear old man. I have fooled you once again.
—Teenage Trichster
