2001-05-16 I had my first gynocologist visit yesterday, what fun. I was hoping to get on birth control to regulate my periods, because, while they are on time mostly, sometimes they go way out of wack, and it throws my mood off and everything. So, anyway, with my mom's pushing, I agree to go, just praying that there wouldn't need to be any exam done. Well, we all know by now that I don't have the best luck. The doctor walks in, talks to me for three minutes, and then hands me that poor excuse for something they have a nerve to call a gown. I guess it's really only there to make people feel more secure, because, well, it doesn't really cover anything at all. I am the most modest person in the world, so I really really hated the whole thing. The doctor is just happily chatting away, as she looks at my most private areas, while I am, I'm sure, as red as can get. I mean, I know it's her job and everything, but still, doesn't make it any easier for me. Oh well, luckily, I got away with only a pelvic exam, instead of a full internal exam. Luckily I don't have to face that until I am eighteen. ::Breathes sigh of relief:: Corwin deserves a mention today as well, considering he helped brighten my day a little as well. He complimented my writing, which always makes me feel good. I like to think of myself as a mature writer, although this entry isn't really radiating with mature writerness, but you get the point. Anyway, he deserves some lovings, so go and check him out. <-//->
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