but I really really have to pee.
We’re getting more life insurance on me (yes, I will be worth way more dead than alive) and today’s the day the nurse lady comes to take bodily fluid samples and ask delightful questions about my entire health history. I may make it a two-fer aned take an ovulation predictor test (why waste when I have so many tests? LOL).
On the bright side, at least I’m not at work. Hooray!
ETA: And then the nurse lady never showed. UGH. How RUDE. Gene thinks maybe he wrote down the wrong day (argh) so “we’ll try again tomorrow.” Which is perfect since I don’t have a day job with a demanding boss (mooo) who needs me to make up time away. Or something like that.