Caught like a rabbit in headlights

Remember when you were at school, that very annoying'clever' trick teachers had that enabled them to recall everything you had ever done just when you had convinced yourself you were in the clear? Suddenly, days or weeks later when your guard was down your reprimand for a previous misdemeanour came apparently out of the blue and you were completely unprepared with any form of defence or excuse... well it happened to me again this week at the ripe old age of forty something! Ugh.

Ok, so a very different scenario and this time a doctor not a teacher but they too seem be 'blessed' with the 'I'll remember and get you in the end' memory function that my teachers used to have....and just the same I found myself without valid excuse or reason at the point I most needed it, all vestige of assertiveness gone!

So what happened? Well, having been forced by my shingly leg to go to the doctors, something I don't relish despite my quack being a particularly nice guy, and having made it through the consultation, or so I thought, I was just struggling back into my jacket, with my hand almost on door handle to make good my escape when he uttered the dreaded words, 'I think we have something else we need to discuss while you're here don't you'. I knew what was coming, I had been avoiding it since...well since forever but this time I knew I couldn't escape, he had me and my mind raced around for all the well worn excuses....and came up with none as I sat back down.

"I think at your age (ok, don't rub it in mister, I know how old I am I don't need you to rub it in) we (is that the royal 'we' because I don't recall joining in this little gang)need (well actually no, I don't need but I suspect I am going to have too tolerate) to take you off the pill!

One of the sentences no woman never wants to hear!

Noooo, nooooo, please don't do this to me was what I wanted to say but instead, caught like a rabbit in headlights (the man got me when I was down and out with the shingly thing and he knew it) I just sat there and meekly agreed to his heinous suggestion! All my previous avoidance techniques deserted me in an instant.

And so I sat while he regaled me with the list of reasons he was finally forcing the issue (yes, I know and I know he's right but that doesn't mean I have to like it) and the list of 'alternatives' he couldn't offer me for one medical reason or another and then listened further while he had the audacity to ask me if I would 'manage'! Um..he had my medical notes there, he remembered everything else, how did it pass him by that at forty something, to date I have never been pregnant and therefor would perhaps 'manage'!

Does this look like a happy face to you? -----> :o(

Don't anyone dare say 'famous last words'! Ack.