In Other News, I had my gyn appointment today. So I am all crampy and scratchy and yucky-feeling, and I am also still in a holding pattern on everything else. He wants some time to look at everything. Fine with me. When I call him next Monday, I am going to tell him that I will only come back into his office before next November *IF AND ONLY IF* I see *nothing* that remotely resembles a speculum. If I see one, I’m leaving. Why do those things have to hurt so damn much??? Whatever happened to “better living through chemistry”, and all of that shit? I want to see some Wonders of Modern Medicine up in here! I mean, *damn*! It has been over ten hours, and I *still* feel like I just came off an eight-hour stint at the Mustang Ranch whilst the Shriners were in town, and I am being as polite as possible. BLECCH. Ouchy. Whine.
Butsoanyway.
In Funnier News, we had our usual banter:
HIM: “So do you have a boyfriend yet?”
ME: “No”
HIM: “Girlfriend?”
ME: “No”
HIM: “Don’t you want one?”
ME: “No”
HIM: “’Codia, you still aren’t dating at all?”
ME: “No”
HIM: “Don’t you want a boyfriend, or a husband, or at least a Special Someone?”
ME: “No”
HIM: “Would you consider that maybe you don’t have one ‘cos you say ‘no’ so much?”
ME (giggling): “No”
I’ll maybe get to the rest later…I have crap to type, a snotty nose, and a Berry Scary Thanksgiving coming up.
And I know that I just maligned Shriners, and as a former Jobie I shouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t think of another loud and raucous group. Sosumi.
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