Ever had the feeling that you wanted to slap everybody that was within arms length and then crawl out of your skin and slap yourself silly? Okay - maybe none of you feel that way. Remember, I am a tad-bit crazy, so I CAN say shit like that and get away with it.
Seriously, Bloop is about the only place that I can say what I want - ramble all that I want - rant and obsess all that I want. It's MY diary, so I can basically write about all the crap that I want to.
I had a point when I started this entry, but I have forgotten what it was. Oh well, it will come back to me eventually.
The gynecologist's office called yesterday to tell me that I had been referred to them. I asked the nurse point-blank what would happen if I didn't make an appointment and just let the shit go? She told me that things would probably get worse. I really think that she said that to scare me. They want to do an endomitrial biopsy and another ultrasound.
First off, I am NOT getting another vaginal ultrasound. Fuck that noise.
Second, I am not impressed about getting a biopsy. The last one I got was over 15 years ago, and even Valium did not calm me down enough to get it done. So, again I say, Fuck that noise.
So, the nurse talked me into an appointment for next Thursday. What are the odds that I will chicken-out and not go to the appointment? It's not even worth it to me to go with the possibly of a hysterectomy.
Sure, the prospect of no periods again for the rest of my life is enticing. The steps that I would have to take to get to that point are NOT enticing.
My husband is sitting here in the living-room insisting that he play music on the laptop at ear-splitting levels and I can't stand it anymore, so I am going to go into my bedroom and put ear-plugs in so that I can read.
Ciao -
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I send you lots of ear plugs!!! Goodness, I hope everything gets better.