I'm not sure the doctors' surgery is the best place to make a fool of myself - well unless they have some special cure-ditsiness tablets ;)
Anyhoo the doctor took me down a maze of corridors and of course I didn't take any note about which way I was going because I was too busy talking her ear off. So when I came out I was a bit lost and had to re-open the door to ask her which way to go.
I'm also not sure she really wanted to hear about my relationship history (in far-too-much detail).
But that wasn't the only ditsy thing I did - I remembered the last time I got an Implanon (matchstick contraception, basically) inserted in my arm that I had to pee so they could do a pregnancy test, because they don't insert them when you're pregnant. So I turn up to the surgery to get it replaced with another one and I'm bursting to go to the toilet, but hang on so I can do the test. When the receptionist finally calls me I ask her about the preggers pee test, and she goes:
Well no, because you've had that contraception in your arm for three years
Der! Oh well, I guess at least I'm organised enough to get contraception, even if I did leave the building dropping things.Labels: ditsy event of the day |
