What, Me Worry?

Women problems.

I'm off in about an hour to go get an intsy-winsy biopsy of my internal bits .

Because I am such a freak, I made the doctor prescribe me an Ativan, which I will take along with the prophylactic Motrin he recommended. The last time I had something done like this my mom was in town, I took two Ativan, had a margarita after the procedure and conked out for 16 hours.

Where courage is lacking there are always pharmaceuticals.

I hate having pieces of me snipped out. It's just not natural.

Last night I dreamt about the procedure and the doctor in my dream used the word carcinoma. Guess I have cancer on my mind. No history in the family, but with what I do for a living, I don't suppose it matters who had what down the family line.

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Picked up a good book at the bookstore yesterday: Mayflower about the Pilgrims. I like early American history.

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I need to learn to sew. Not with a machine (altho that would be great too), but by hand.

I took "shop" instead of Home Ec. Wish I'd taken Home Ec now.

Anyhow, gotta go get snipped at. Wish me luck.