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That's what that heifer nurse is going to tell me. You know after she does that copy and paste smile, while leading me down the hallway. "Oh I see you put on some weight since last time we saw you." And I'll coyly grin and spit back some satire. "I needed more muscle to lift this ring." Relax it's a fake, but she doesn't know that. And, yeah, I'm a bitch like that. She'll then give me the shpeal to strip to my socks and make sure the dress is open to the front. You're really not supposed to leave your socks on, but I'm a classy broad. She'll softly knock on the door and ask if I'm ready for her. Which doesn't make sense because she's opening the door while asking me if she can come in. She slaps on the cuff and squeezes the everlasting shit out of my arm. If I'm lucky she'll make an inference that it hurts because of the extra skin. You know bedside manner is a thing of the past. She'll mutter about the doctor being right behind her. As quickly as she walks out my doctor walks in. I'll get a smile and a good to see you. I always wonder is it really good to see me. She'll ask me to lay back and then slowly open up my gown. She'll ask me to scoot down and place my heels in the nicely warmed stirrups. She does her job while making sure I know that everything looks good. A final snap of the gloves and it's over. I slink off of the table feeling dirty. I shiver as I put my clothes back on. It'll all be better after an everything bagel toasted well with cream cheese and an iced coffee. I'll roll down the window and let the wind blow through my hair. No expression on my face. I just want to be home. My teeth pierce into the crispy garlicy creaminess and I think damn I gotta lose weight by next year.