That Don't Impress Me Much

If you could be inside my head for a day, you'd hear background music you recognize. I have a radio in my head that narrates my life in little tidbits of songs and music that's appropriate at the moment. Nobody hears it unless I start to sing along, which I often do,  but sometimes I wish I could put my mental radio on loudspeakers! Yesterday, I had one of those moments. I wished I could take the song in my head and crank it up.

I was at my doctor's office getting talked to about having my labor induced, something I've said all along I don't want to do. I'll not go into all the details, but the crux of the matter is, there's no medical reason for me to be induced, it's just something my doctor likes to do as a routine procedure, and he's very convinced I'm crazy for not wanting to go along with his plan. So, he, my doctor, came in and gave me a speech, wrought with warnings from high birth weight to fetal distress and even death! He gave me his medical opinion in an argument so weak that could be ripped apart by an eighth grade debate team. Then he pressed me for my reasons so he could argue me down.  He expected me to come back with a WebMD educated argument, but I refused to give him that pleasure.

"Don't argue with an idiot, because he'll drag you down to his level and beat you with experience." They say.....

 So, I just told him, "I don't want to."  That's all the reason I thought I needed. I'm the patient. And other than scare tactics and attempts at intimidation he hadn't given me a medical reason to go with his plan. So I didn't need a medical reason to refuse it.  Apparently though, just wanting something done a certain way wasn't enough for him. He acted like he felt that he had science on his side while all I had was a hard nose. Hard nose or not, I still said no, and I walked out of the office I'm sure with gossip close behind, but if he could hear Shania Twain singing in my head, he might be a little more kind next time.  ...."Man, you don't impress me much!"

 

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much......