Nothing screams cake reward louder than a pos medical
appointment.
As a kid, I remember dreading the regular check-ups’ but if there
was one thing that used to put a smile on my face was knowing that once we were
out of that clinic we would go for ice cream or chocolate croissants.
As a 36 year old kid, I still repeat this routine, except
for today.
Letters from the GP and optic clinic recommending exams arrive
in the post with the exams date. ‘Call if you can’t attend’, they write.
Not
enjoying talking on the phone I always accept, which makes me feel like a very
responsible adult.
We can delegate many things that we don’t appreciate doing, and
I have recently learned that, but unfortunately we have to attend our own physical
maintenance examination. Not even the busiest entrepreneur can get away of this
one.
I tend to do my medical exams all at the same time (normally
in the Winter and on the last months of the year), it may sound silly but when
there’s something that I hate doing, such as ironing, I just pile it all up and
do it in one go.
Not having a cleaning fairy, I pretend not to see the
mountain of clothes that grow after each washing, until the day I finally
decide that I want to wear them again; get the ironing board out of its
hiding place and spend 2 hours eating chocolate and watching a movie (last one
was magic Mike- perfect for the activity), while removing the creases from my
skirts, trousers and shirts.
I end up meeting friends for dinner and the main meal is so filling that I completely forget about chocolate. At the end of day 4 I am quite surprised to say that I don't feel like having something sweet after dinner, even knowing about the existence of the finest Hungarian cookies in the cupboard.
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