Is it easier to have a penis?August 16, 2007
I cried. Like a big, fat baby with a full diaper and an empty belly.
I think the tequila shots made me weak. I wasn’t on top of my game.
I wasn’t able to joke and giggle like the last time.
They wouldn’t let The Pro come in the room with me and that broke me like a wild foal.
I weeped. Uncontrollably.
The Tech and the Doctor (both males~how friggin’ uncomfortable) came in to comfort me.
The young, blond, beautiful nurse. Was useless.
I was a mess.
The Tech numbed me for fear that I may faint on the table and I honestly didn’t feel a thing after that. I don’t know what happened to me. I was so scared of the catheter.
I feel so bad for those people. Having to do that all day long. Catheters in and out all day long.
So my “beautiful, large” polyp is 1 and 3/4 cm and it is “wonderful” according to the doctor. He says the good news is, at my age and place in the life cycle, it is always benign. (I’ll relax when they test it for sure)
He says that this polyp is what is causing my wild and freaky visits from Aunt Flo. I hate the bitch. And she should calm down after it has been evicted from my uterus.
I hugged and smooched the Tech in the hallway and thanked him for being so nice to me. He turned out to be a sweet little man who just wanted me to be okay. If I could have put him in my
polyp pocket, I would have.
Then in the mail when I got home, was my letter from the radiologist and he does want me back in six months for a reprise.
Which in turn means that my OB/GYN will want me to see a surgeon. Ugh.
But, in all honesty and seriousness, I would rather them remove something that is nothing, than leave it in there and wonder for six months.
Polyps make Aunt Flo go berserk.
Two surgeries for girl bits gone bad.
Me and my radiologist look to be soul mates for the rest of my life.
Thank you all for your wonderful well wishes! God, this blog~world rocks.