Oh Em Gee

As you can tell by my title, I'm starting to freak out a little bit.
First, I have a physical tomorrow morning at Peterson AFB. I don't know how many people have military health services, but I'm pretty sure that they'll be pretty similar to some of the stuff I've found online. Which is horrendus.

First off, I'm going to have to be far more nude than I prefer to be. As in pretty much all the way. Except I refuse to take off the socks, and if possible, I would like to keep my underwear on. I had that area all checked out two years ago, and that's good enough for me.

Everything else has not been examined in....12 years, basically. Yeah, I know, I'm going to get chewed out for that, because even at my age I'm apparently supposed to have one every year. Whatever. If I have somethign like cancer, then it's a good thing that I just let it kill me because those kinds of genes just should not be promoted through something like reproduction.

I looked online for a list of some preparations I could make for my physical tomorrow. Working out for two weeks and not eating during said period probably would have helped. Anyways, what I found was a list of standard operations that doctors normally do (hence them being standard) and they had little movies to go along with it, and it looked like some form of medieval torture. I frankly do not want to be fondled, nor to I want to have a phalange (a finger) inserted inside of any orfice of my body.

Then why did I sign up for a physical? Because apparently, that's how you get orders for blood tests for cholesterol and triglycerides, plus I would like to see if a doctor would think if I should see some dermatologist for my vast number of moles or some chiropractor for my back. I should prefer not to spend the money seeing them if I don't have to do so.

Then on top of that, I have that NASCAR paper, of which I have a first draft done, which means I have two more to go. The first one always sucks, but I'm starting to freak out a little bit because I'm basically going to only have like 10 hours to work on it. Ick.

Only three more weeks of serious stress.

By the way, I've been reading the Da Vinci code since it's required reading for our class, and I don't like it. I know a lot of people made a big deal about the whole religion thing, about which we know Ray really does not care that much, but I don't like it because the characters and the plot line are too forced. These people know too much about totally insignificant things. Symbolism of the divine feminine? Why do I care? I care about symbolism of G-proteins, DNA sequences, and transcription, the symbolism of how the universe works, but not some stories about the history of metaphysical beliefs. Seriously?

Seriously.

My prude is going to have to go subside for like one hours in about 12. Omg. I'm starting to freak out.