So I had to go the the girlie-doctor a couple weeks ago, and while she was very nice, and didn't make me feel uncomfortable, I get the feeling this woman has some mild form of tourettes. She walks into the room and says, "So, how's that vagina?" And then proceeds to use the V-word every other sentence for the duration of the exam. I'm like seriously? All I could do was laugh. Now all you girlies are familiar with this yearly exam (and if you haven't been in over a year, get an appt now. Seriously.), and familiar with the odd groping that always comes with it. This doc is convinced that I have kanser of the boobies, not just one boobie, but both. So now I have to go get my boobies scanned next week to find out if the Vag-doctor is right or just hypochondriac who likes to say Vagina a lot and grope people. Of course, since the big Kanser thing of 07, I suppose you can never be too careful...
Most Random of Randomness: A fellow blogger is texting me tales of her night, and just told me she has foamy poo. Perhaps someone had a few too many brews last night?
Got my wisdom teeth pulled out Thursday. Lovely procedure. They gave me some valium to take an hour before the surgery, and when I rolled up (with my Driver of course), I got taken back to the little room, strapped in, hooked up to the IV, and then woke up an hour or so later and walked to a lil bed where I got to take a nap and was all cold and shakey so they put a couple blankets on me. Then my Driver (that sounds so awesome, "Oh Charles, do be a dear and pull the car around won't you?") drops me off at my near-empty house (because I am moving. But since I did not allow the Driver into the house, he does not know this) where I took a nap on the mattress on the floor until ChopStyx showed up after she got off work, and whisked me away to her fully-furnished house. Since Thursday I have eaten many milkshakes, some mashed potatoes, soup (I abhor soup), rice covered in teriyaki sauce (I have a serious addiction to teriyaki chicken-rice bowls), and some pudding. Not being able to chew (my jaw barely opens) sucks a faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat one. One what? I'll leave that up to your imagination dears.
Time for me to go take some more vicie-vic and my antibiotics. Love love.
2 comments:
I seriously think you're right. Dr Vag was just having too much fun groping me and needed to come up with some form of justification for her lingering on the boobies. So now I get to go have someone else grope me while I get to wear a gloriously stylin paper gown. Don't be jealous.
Thanks for droppin in, I've missed you Tena.
what a great job!!!! here is a funny link my buddy sent me this morning!!!
http://tiny.cc/r2oKj
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