Category: The Great Hall of TMI – Must be 18 to enter!

A few days back I posted about a conversation Gary and I had about getting the Mini fixed. What I haven’t told you about is the conversation from the day before, Tuesday. I had to save that for this week’s Friday Freakout. (It occurs to me now that Menopausal Mondays might have been a better…

My mood has been stable. No tears this week. At least, no sobbing. Seven whole days without freaking out!

New Policy: Friday posts are devoted to whatever is giving me anxiety this week. Anxiety, my new friend. I’ve never been a worrier in the past, but now my new buddy Anxiety sits by me and bothers me allllll the time, and he says things like: “Oh no. The phone’s ringing. Someone has died.” It’s…

From Hallmark: 29th Wedding Anniversary. Theme: Tools. Give them new ‘tools’ for their favorite pastimes and hobbies. This might be a manicure set, drill bits or cooking utensils.” My gift to Gary After he watched an episode of Martha Stewart Bakes, Gary was intrigued by the science of pies, and coveted Martha’s extra long 18…

Monday night I was visited by the Menstrual Cramps of My Youth. I tried to soldier through, but then I realized I have a friend I didn’t have at age 11, a Mr. Jack Daniels. I took a shot, and even held it for thirty seconds before I projectile vomited it into the sink. I…

“No Versed,” I said to the nurse at the doctors office. “I don’t know if they use that drug for a D&C, but I’ll make a note of that in your chart. Be sure to tell your anesthesiologist.” A few hours later, I was speaking with the pre registration woman at the hospital. “No Versed,”…

– I woke and found that OBGYN office called to ask me to change my appointment time from 3:30 to 12:30. This is the appointment to see what was wrong with the reproductive system. – I called the OBGYN and left a message that the change was fine and I’d be there at 12:30. –…

I’m pretty sure what the ob-gyn is going to say when I call. I’m thinking cyst. Cysts? Cysteria? A few clues (or, self-delusions): Clue 1: on Monday, the ultrasound technician was so apologetic that I had to tell her to stop saying “I’m sorry.” She said I had my fists balled up in front of…

The doctors appointment Saturday morning did not go as anticipated. One surprise was that in the days leading up to the appointment the issue completely changed (heh). What had been a quiet discreet Paint It Red party on the Lower Left Quadrant became a noisy Pee It Red party in the Urethral Hood. That required…