I was sick today and hung out with my mom. We went to her doctor’s appointment. She was annoyed about it because she hates seeing any medical professional about herself, mostly because it’s a pain to pick out the appropriate underclothing to parade in front of total strangers. Funny, she doesn’t seem to mind hauling my little behind to the doctor. What’s up with that?
I think mainly she was annoyed that she didn’t get her morning cup of coffee because they were going to draw blood and she had to fast. That first cup’s pretty important to the whole family, so we were concerned. She managed okay, though, and didn’t run over any kids in the carpool line. I’m proud of her.
While we were in the doctor’s office, Mom gave me her camera to keep me occupied while she talked. I shot a lot of pictures of this.
Before I get too far, Mom said to tell you that it was NOT one of THOSE appointments and that she certainly would have made other arrangements for me had it been otherwise. I have no idea what that means because I’m only nine, but Mom said you would know exactly what she was talking about.
I managed to get a picture of Mom’s phone, my other favorite toy. I hear she might be getting an iPhone. I’m so excited for her. Mom just told me to type that in case Dad reads her blog today.
Anyway, I heard some interesting words when Mom stepped on the scale. She did a lot of eye rolling, as well. When the doctor asked her why she had come in, she talked about getting checked out because she’s about to turn 40 and she’s afraid the warranty’s about to expire on her. That’s when the doctor started to roll her eyes as well.
After all the poking and the prodding, and Mom talking WAAAY too much about how she didn’t exercise but had been meaning to get back to it, we went to the lab. That’s where all the fun stuff was, and Mom looked like this.
After Mom looked at the pictures on the camera, she snort laughed at this one and said “I must remember to put on a more pleasant face for the lab tech.”
We’re back home now and Mom’s drinking a big ole’ pot of coffee and muttering under her breath about the scale.
I think I’ll make myself scarce.