Blah. What a long ass day.
Sam spent the night again last night, which was nice. We had sex this morning, though as it turns out, he wasn't completely awake and thought it was a dream. Oh well. It was still good.
Lay around in bed til 1:30 or so. We got up, smoked, ate and watched Death to Smoochy, all that morning shit. Then Sam took me to Planned Parenthood, where I got a Pap smear (
), and got on the Pill ( 
).
I have to say, there's nothing quite like a gyno exam. You get dropped off in the room and have to take off your bra, underwear, and pants, and sit there waiting for the good doctor with the equivalent of a giant paper napkin in your lap. Made pleasant conversation with the doctor about tattoos as I lay there with the medical equivalent of a car jack inside me. Very odd. But it's all over now and I don't have to go back for another year. I dread these visits. Sam and I were sitting in the waiting room together, looking utterly traumatized. He because he felt bad for me and didn't really know what to do other than sit there with his arm around me, rubbing my back reassuringly, and me because...well....yeah. I'm sure everyone in there thought we were pregnant or something. Ha.
Sam spent the night again last night, which was nice. We had sex this morning, though as it turns out, he wasn't completely awake and thought it was a dream. Oh well. It was still good.
Lay around in bed til 1:30 or so. We got up, smoked, ate and watched Death to Smoochy, all that morning shit. Then Sam took me to Planned Parenthood, where I got a Pap smear (
), and got on the Pill ( ).
I have to say, there's nothing quite like a gyno exam. You get dropped off in the room and have to take off your bra, underwear, and pants, and sit there waiting for the good doctor with the equivalent of a giant paper napkin in your lap. Made pleasant conversation with the doctor about tattoos as I lay there with the medical equivalent of a car jack inside me. Very odd. But it's all over now and I don't have to go back for another year. I dread these visits. Sam and I were sitting in the waiting room together, looking utterly traumatized. He because he felt bad for me and didn't really know what to do other than sit there with his arm around me, rubbing my back reassuringly, and me because...well....yeah. I'm sure everyone in there thought we were pregnant or something. Ha.