Why does my OB/GNY have tourettes?

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.