“Well fuck, it might be cancer!”

So for the past couple of weeks I have been struck by lightning. Well not actual lightning, for all you literalists out there. But a sinus infection. And a miserable one if that. So today, I had to go back to my hometown (ugh) and see my new doctor about the sinus infection of which I’ve had for about 3 weeks, and have started recovering from. Yeah, I’m almost better. To the point that I don’t sneeze, cough, or am congested. But my mother being her neurotic self was “Just in case, just in case…well fuck, it might be cancer!” But I highly doubt a third-grade teacher’s opinion in regards to my health and physical well-being.

So in case of cancer, I went to the doctor with my  grandmother (I have no other means of transportation) where I had to fill out a bunch of paper work that made no fucking sense; saw a kid try to play in the fountain, break it and see it start leaking EVERYWHERE. But eventually I got in to see the doctor, because apparently it might be cancer.

So I go in, see the doctor, shakes my hand, won’t look me in the eye, and starts going in and out of the room just grabbing random things, creating for an overall awkward environment. I explained the situation and how my mom wanted me to come in “just in case,” I left the cancer rant out though. Thought it wasn’t appropriate to joke about cancer with a doctor (or even perhaps on-line, but oh well), and he was like,\

“Well I don’t know why your mom just didn’t cancel the appointment, you look perfectly healthy to me.”

(And in the back of my head, I heard her shout “Well fuck! It might be cancer!”).