In which I tell you all about it! The alarm went off at ten of five. I got up, grabbed the clothes I’d laid out the night before, and went to take a shower. I took an antibiotic on my way through the kitchen. Gramma drove me over to the hospital. I found Admitting, checked […]
In which I check in. Apparently, making it to 39 without having ever been under makes me a statistical anomaly. Okay, I’m fine with that. I’m also greatly comforted by all your stories of not dying under anesthetic; thank you, guys. My surgery prep sheet instructed me to take a laxative today. (Gah!) I had […]
In which suddenly I’m taking half the week off from work. This morning I had a follow-up consultation with my doctor at 8:30. My surgery is scheduled for the day after tomorrow! Ack! I can’t eat anything after five on Tuesday, nor drink anything after midnight. I report to the hospital at six o’clock in […]
In which there’s another riveting post about my damned uterus! (Can I generate content, or can I generate content!) (Wait. Don’t answer that; I’ll probably cry.) I had to call the clinic this morning to get my biopsy results, even though they promised they’d call me by Tuesday afternoon. The biopsy shows I have a […]
In which there’s an actual reason for it. The short version: I went to the gynecologist yesterday, and it turns out I have a giant fibroid in my uterus and need to have surgery within the month. The long version contains way TMI and (to protect those of you who don’t want to know any […]
In which the mere change of the year does nothing for me. And it is, of course, all about ME. At the awesome combination wedding reception/New Year’s Eve party I attended, someone wished me “a great 2007.” I replied that I was looking forward to 2007 because it certainly couldn’t be any worse to me […]
In which there’s a bug. I woke up at 8 o’clock in the morning on the first day of the new year running a temperature and wanting to puke. It went downhill from there, and I spent the whole day battling the stomach flu. What’s that? Oh, well, of course it was both ends. Why […]
In which I bitch and moan. A lot. About stupid sophomoric shit. All because I made the mistake of examining myself nude in the big motel mirror after my shower this afternoon. I heard when I was a kid — and I have no idea if this is true or not — that one forms […]
In which IT’S ALIVE. And weather. And I’m driving the Big Black Truck. The conjunctivitis in my right eye is all cleared up now. However, the condition has moved to my left eye. So I’m still wearing my glasses, which totally sucks. And not in a good way. The weather last night was awesome. When […]
In which I give you entirely TMI about my uterus, and wonder about modern life’s impact on health. When I’m feeling shitty, I often compare myself to an imaginary peasant ancestress to give myself some perspective. I think about the crap she’d have had to suffer through in her life, all without days off or […]
