Another day, another colo-rectal appointment

The post brought another appointment to see my friendly neighbourhood colo-rectal specialist. Again, I do not want to go. I don't want to go. I'd rather stay like this forever than go. I have had enough and the worst of it is, I'm so fucking sensible and well-behaved and reasonable that I'm going to go, and be fairly calm and rational throughout, because I. Am. So. Good. It's not true. Deep in the fluffy recesses of my soul, I am a Good Girl and I do what I'm told.

Fuck.