A gentleman caller

WHAT IT WAS:
A gentleman I thought had left the scene called this evening to ask me about my day.
(AND whatta a day it’s been.) Since I require immediate medical attention tomorrow morning, he told me he would pick me up, stay with me through aforementioned medical intervention, transport me to his house and provide a soft place for me to fall and recover for 24 hours per doctor’s orders.

WHAT IT FELT LIKE:

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Lyrics on my heart today: “Don’t mind if I fall apart; there’s more room in a broken heart.” Carly Simon, Coming Around Again

Mammogram

In about an hour I will have the divine privelage of having my breast smashed flat as a pancake.


God, I love being a girl.


At least when this is over, I will know for sure what the lump in my breast is. Knowledge is power, right?


edit: Just a cyst. Now, I’m cystacular! They’re in my ovaries and uterus and now my boobies!  Hooray!