Had a physical today for work rehab. Billing problems, yay. Weight went up as well – I see a diet in my immediate future, I’ve got a bunch of clothes I refuse to give up. As in, change of eating starting tomorrow. Really could stand to eat better anyway. On the upside I won’t have to cut junk food, since I don’t eat much of it in the first place. I also don’t seem to have any shot records to my name – which, well. I should have at least – one -, I remember when dad took my brother and I for shots once, when we moved in with him. Anything before, however, is probably imaginary, especially as Ma thinks it’s apparently amusing.. Yes, so funny that you never took me in for medical upkeep. (the rest of them had insurance through chip and work, but did they bother to appeal their “We don’t want Worm” decision, noooooo, ‘course not.). Assholes. So, missing shot records. Joy. And also, need to lose weight. Again, joy. I loath physicals. And the doc. made a ’suggestion’ for a pap smear. Bah. On the other hand, she was very, very good at her job, comes highly recommended. Much nicer than some of the other people I’ve had to see.
-Edited to add – to be fair, Ma did say she thinks I probably have most of my shots. Unfortunately, she can’t remember which ones I’m missing.. Asking Dad is pretty damn useless, he can’t remember anything since he fell off that scaffal. I figure I got the earliest ones done, but anything after four or so, probably not, considering one of my aunts had to pay for m’surgery and we moved. I’m trying to work in a health field, I’m pretty sure they’re going to want some sort of record, depending on placement. Which, well – shit. Exactly how important are they, anyway? I mean, if everyone – else – has them, what’s the chance of contracting, say, Rubella in this day and age? (to pull an example out of my ass).
