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My Life Thus Far
2007-06-19 04:16:49 (UTC)

Bump and Scratch, Squat and Itch

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Every situation, properly perceived, becomes and
opportunity to heal.

A Course In Miracles

The great thing
in this world
is not so much
where we are,
but in what direction
we are moving.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

I felt like I needed two passages today. It wasn't a
horrible day, but you really can never have enough
encouragement. Is A Course In Miracles a book? Because if
it is, I need to find that one too.

If anyone's wondering about tonight's title. These are the
new nicknames Gen and I came up with for ourselves. She
has a bump and a scratch on her arm that's bugging her.
The most comfortable position for me to be in is a squat,
but even then because I'm not making enough lubrication
(down there, thanks to Bart) I'm itchy. So, she's Bump and
Scratch and I'm Squat and itch. Fun, huh?!

I started my day this morning by calling the Tricare
appointment line. I got a recording telling I'd called
during a peak call time, so I had to call back later. That
approach didn't work, so I called Family Practice
directly. I chose the ask-a-nurse number, but was greeted
by a cranky answering service lady who told me they didn't
open until 7:30. It was 7:27. Ain't that a bitch? So, I
called Tricare back and was put on hold for 15 MINUTES!
How long does it take to make an appointment?! So, long
story short, I finally got one for 1:25.

Between dropping the girls off and going to my appointment
I didn't do too much. I deposited Annie's child support
check, put new windshield wipers on the car and picked Gen
up so we could go have our usual coffee time. We looked
around a few stores, too. Old Navy, Linens N' Things and
Costco. We lost track of time in Costco, really bad. When
I looked at my cell phone, it was 1:19. I had to be at the
hospital at 1:25. There was no way I was making it on
time.

We got to the hospital 20 minutes late. I wasn't too
worried about it, because I've been 20 minutes late with
Dr. Martin before and he didn't seem too upset by it. He
just worked with the time he had. But, they flat out just
cancelled me. I went ballistic. I'd worked so hard getting
that appointment only for them to take it from me. I was
ready to just go to the ER where they would take care of
me right then and there, but I was trying to follow all
their steps and protocol. Eventually they worked me in,
but I didn't make any friends with the nurse. That is,
until she got a look at Bart...

After both my nurse practitioner and her...nurse, I guess,
got a good look at Bart (my cyst, remember?) they
instantly understood why I was such a bitch about the
cancelled appointment. It took all I had this weekend NOT
to run to the emergency room. By Sunday I'd grown
accustomed to the pain, but who wants to live in pain?
There wasn't a damn thing they could do anyway, but poke
and prod, ogle and awe at it. Bart was yelling at me!
Really loud! I got referred to OB/GYN. I've got an
appointment on Wednesday at 1:30. I'm hoping Bart pops
himself naturally, because the idea of having it drained
doesn't sound like a fun prospect. Notice I named and
refer to the pain in my vagina as a man? Now I'll get hate
mail about being a man-hater!

I got some Xylocaine, which is lovely stuff. It numbs
mucous membranes and takes away a large amount of the pain
and itching. It doesn't take away the pressure of having
what feels like a marble in the opening of my vagina, but
the numbness takes away from that feeling a little.
Imagine the feeling you have after a dentists
appointment...but in your crotch! It's almost amusing!
Wow, I am crazy.

Anyhow, I feel better knowing that what I suspected it to
be is more than likely what it is. My "doctor" isn't 100%
sure, but what else could it be? Ciao until tomorrow.




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