The Day Of Being Not Impressed

The Start Of The Day:~ Today is a Monday, meaning two things: I have to wake up for school and Glee's on tonight. The first didn't apply today though, as I had one of my special appointments with the child's joint specialist, Dr S. Fountain-Polley. I forgot to turn my alarm off for school, so it started going off at 07.29, then 07.43, then 07.57, then 08.01 and finally at 08.15. Yes, this is what is necessary to get me up on a school morning. Needless to say, I was not impressed. Then I had to do my make-up in the car, which is fine apart from the fact that I'd forgotten to pack my compact so I had to use the reflection off my iPod. The car stopped. The mascara went in my eye. The eye was not impressed.

The Appointment:~ Mother told Pa and I that she thinks Dr S. Fountain-Polley hates her and that he hints. To be fair, she does boast about me a lot (and compared to some people I know, there's nothing to boast about) and she doesn't give me a chance to talk when I'm in there. Hence the reason I smiled on the inside when she spoke to my new GP on my behalf and he replied with, "Has she lost her voice then?" I've grown one centimetre, lost point one of a kilogram. I'll have to weigh myself naked again to see if this is true! I'm not being referred to a pain clinic any more, I was warned that they just give you anti-depressants (which I didn't think would be too bad for me) and that they make you tired, which would mean I'd probably sleep for a majority of the day. Anyway, I didn't know how to get up on the bed thing in the room, and Mother explained that I was at that age when everything is embarrassing. Dr S. Fountain-Polley replied with, "Yeah, especially Mothers..." to which she was not impressed.

The X-Ray:~ He then said that since we were already there, I might as well have the x-ray then and there, so he wrote up a slip and we went off to have a lower back x-ray to see if I could have spondylosis or spondylitis. When we got there, I realised with horror that I'd have to take my clothes off apart from my panties and shoes. To add to my humiliation, I had to wear an open back hospital gown, which I clenched closed on the side. Not impressed! I went in to the room and this is what happened: "Are you pregnant?" "No..." "When was the start of your last period?" "Um... a month and a half ago. *silence* I'm on the pill and I skipped the last one because I had an exam." The lady leaves the room and when she comes back in, "You're not pregnant are you?" "No..." "Did you double up the pack?" "Yeah..." She left, came back, made me sign something and asked what pill I was on. "So there's no chance that you're pregnant?" "Absolutely none." "Okay sorry, we have to ask anyone over the age of twelve." I felt like screaming I'M ON THE PILL FOR MEDICAL REASONS AND AM A VIRGIN, SO NO, I'M NOT PREGNANT! Instead, I just said, "Okay" but I was peeved and definitely not impressed. Anyway, I could've been pregnant at the age of ten if I wanted to... There was a moth poster on the wall which made me burst into tears twice. She didn't ask why I was crying. I was not impressed one bit.

Getting Food:~ First we went to Leekes in Cross Hands for food, but there was actually no vegetarian food apart from a tiny bit of soup, and considering I was starving, that wouldn't do. We were forced to have paninis in Llanelli's Tesco Extra. We, especially Mother, were not impressed by any of this.

Blood Test:~ We drove to another hospital and Mother and I zoomed up to the pathology department. As I'm a vegetarian who sleeps more than normal people, these are quite regular as the doctors are waiting for me to go anaemic. I felt like I was going to throw up, and when I saw that there was nobody else in the waiting room I made the noise of a wounded animal. This didn't go down well with Mother, she was embarrassed and not impressed. It was on number thirty-five, and the ticket said thirty-five, so I forced Mother to get another one. This one said thirty-seven, so I relaxed. There were some 'youths' behind us and one did a stupid, mental voice. I'm scared of mentals, so I spun around to find them staring at me and Mother. Half a second later, number thirty-seven came up. I was not impressed, especially not when she stuck the plaster on me at the end (as I'm allergic to them) or when some fat woman walked into it on the way out.

Extra Extra, Get Your Extra:~ On our way driving around, Skank phoned me to 'confess' to not liking Jeffree Star (which means that I have to find at least one more person to go with or I can't go) and a bit of the car fell off. I was not impressed at my situation in the first, and my parents weren't in the latter. Oh well, Glee's on tonight!