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My Life Thus Far
2007-06-17 04:30:13 (UTC)

My Vagina Drama-Too Much Information

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We cannot change the past; we just need to keep the good
memories and acquire wisdom from the mistakes we've made.
We cannot predict the future; we just need to hope and
pray for the best and what is right, and believe that's
how it will be. We can live a day at a time, enjoying the
present and always seeking to become a more loving and
better person.

Karen Berry

Today sucked ass. To put it bluntly. I'm starting to think
karma is getting some satisfaction from causing me so much
discomfort and irritation. Which is putting it mildly as
far as how I'm feeling goes.

Yesterday when I woke up, I had this feeling that
something was going on in my girl-parts. It felt like
something was in there, like a tampon that isn't in right.
I could just kind of feel it. I didn't think anything of
it until last night. It was a very persistent feeling. So,
I sat on the toilet, took my hand mirror and took a look.
I've got a fluid filled bulge the size of a marble on the
left labia minora. Too much information, I know, but this
is my diary, remember? Well, seeing this totally freaked
me out, so I did what I usually do when I've got some
curious medical problem. I googled it. I came up with
several venereal diseases, none of which I have, because I
just had a whole series of labs and a pap done in April.
The only other condition that looks anything like it is a
Bartholin Cyst. I'd never heard of this before, but
apparently it's caused my skin cells clogging the ducts of
the Bartholin glands. The lubricating fluid of the vagina
has nowhere to go, so it gets trapped under the skin.
Finding out what it was in and of itself was a comfort,
but today when I woke up, it was painful. Yesterday it was
just a feeling, today it's very uncomfortable. I have
trouble sitting and walking. The area around the cyst is
all red and inflamed. I want it gone, but there isn't much
I can do about it right now. I could go to the ER (which
at Naval Hospital doesn't handle many emergencies. It's
more of an emergent care clinic than anything. Since, it
takes weeks to get an appointment with your primary
physician at times. I don't even have a physician. I have
a nurse practitioner, so I usually opt for the ER just so
I can see an actual doctor). I have the girls and no one
to watch them (since everyone but me has an actual life),
so I won't have a chance to do anything about it until
Monday. Moments like this I really miss Snookums. He's the
only person on the planet I can really depend on.

Other than my vagina drama the day was pretty easy. This
morning, the girls and I went to Poulsbo to put tires on
Snookums' (now Sam's) truck. We didn't actually put the
tires on, the people at Les Schwab did, but you knew that.
We had lunch at The Diner while we waited for the Teal
Beast (my affectionate name for the truck) to be serviced.
The girls were fairly well-behaved, which was good,
because I was in pain and might have killed one or both of
them if they hadn't been. The lady that checked us out
pissed me off. Maybe this was due to pain as well, but I
just wanted to jump the counter and rearrange her face.
When we first got the Impala, it needed new front tires,
so we went to Les Schwab and Snookums opened an account
there. We got new tires when we didn't really have the
money (I was pregnant with Kiki and we'd just bought the
car) and made payments. It worked out great. Today, I
wanted to put my portion of the truck's tires on our
account so I can once again, put front tires on the
Impala. First, she tried to tell me I couldn't without
Snookums' permission. I said "Bitch (that part was in my
head), I've got a general power of attorney, I can fucking
put rims and lower the Teal Beast if I want (that part was
in my head, too). So, she looked for our account. I guess
they purge their system every couple of years, so they
have no record of Snookums ever opening an account. But
instead of telling me that, the bitch just kept saying "We
have no record of an account under Jason Allen. Would you
like a credit application?" No, prune-face, I don't. So,
I just paid for it. Now Pala has to wait until next month
because Snookums needs $350 for god knows what. I didn't
question him about it. That's his prerogative. I'll pay
for Pala's tires out of my paycheck.

Wow, this entry was a real bitch session. I wonder how
many times I wrote bitch? I'm sure someone will send me a
message with the answer. I think now, Bart (I named my
cyst, catchy, huh?) and I will go sit in the tub for
awhile. That's supposed to relieve the pain. Ciao.




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