I Hate Tests

I have never been a good test taker. I always managed to get myself all worked up that I studied the wrong parts or that I completely blew it. Then the drama would ensue waiting for the teacher or professor to grade the tests and the whole time I would get my stomach in knots convinced that I had completely bombed the test. Invariably I would end up with and A or once in a blue moon a B (except for pre-calculus, we'll leave that particular bit of torture out of this. . .I mean after all who the hell actually needs to graph parabolas in daily life?).
I'm still the same way. Today was the day for my bi-annual HIV test. I hate these two times of the year. Again I get myself all worked up and practically give myself an ulcer. Waiting the five days between testing and results was always horrendus. I would go over and over in my head the reasons why and why not that I could possibly be positive or negative. I swear by the time I actually got in to get my results I needed a couple dozen valium to bring me down to human.

This is why I love the new testing. My local Planned Parenthood has the twenty minute oral testing. Now not only do I only have twenty minutes to make deals with God and myself and give myself a mini ulcer, but no more needles. How fabulous is this. Plus it is FREE. . .those are four magic words to my cheap Polish ass. This has made the biannual trip, not pleasant, but tolerable.

By the way, still Neg!