Day 9; Odd Ball

I see a cardiologist. Don't worry, though! Nothing serious. My blood pressure just goes whack every once in a while.

Triflin'.

Anyway, here's the waiting room at the doctor's office.

Every time I'm walking down the hall to that office, I know exactly what's about to happen...

"Wow!! You are SO young!!"

"This is for this little girl... *Hands me back my insurance card.* I say little girl because she's just so young!!"

And no, these things are not said in celebration of my youth...no.

They say these things with sympathy... Why? Because I'm the 20-year-old in a sea of graying hair. Pretty much every person in there has at least 40 years on me and that's me being generous. This is simply because as you get older, your body develops all kinds of little bothersome troubles. Some big, some small. But, I mean, you guys know the circle of life.

Anyway, so basically what the nurses in that office are saying is, "You poor baby! So young and here to see a cardiologist!"

My problems are minor and rarely ever affect my daily life. So when I hear these things, it just seems silly and pretty humorous.

I would enjoy it if I walked in and people dropped to their knees and screamed, "WHHHYYYY HERRRRR!?? WHYYYYYY?!" And I would walk around, touching each person saying, "It's okay, sweet darling. I am strong. I can do this. Thank you." Holding people's faces in my hands and wiping away their tears. "Have peace in your heart. Don't worry. This is my cross to bear, my dear, so don't you even worry."

And someone would film it...

And then I'd get a call from Oprah...

Yeahhh :)