I’m riding the distance on the struggle bus this week. I’m still doubled over in pain from my medical ordeal the other day. Who knew that having part of your cervix scraped and cut out could hurt so much?! Ummm, me. That’s who. I suppose I should have realized that anything involving the terms “scraping” and “removal” and my vagina would be a nightmare. Silly me, I chose to believe the doctor on this one though, who lied and told me that there would just be a little cramping. She said I’d be absolutely fine the next day. Clearly, working with vaginas all day must make her hate them or something, because why else would you subject mine to such torture?
I hate that woman. And my vagina.
Um, needless to say, I’m having a shitty week. 😦 Between my lovely gynecological experience, the situation with my shoulder, and the stress over the next (non vag related) medical procedure that’s coming up, I’ve been a mess. There’s another social function coming up this weekend that I am somewhat dreading. Boyfriend is having a party at the house this weekend. Both the food and social aspect of it is giving me major anxiety. Perhaps this time I will get to throw something. (Fortunately, there will be mostly waffles and breakfast-y foods around, which is way easier to launch across the room than a rib roast.)
*Realizes that she’s talking about her vagina on the internet. Wonders if she should delete entire post*