Today I had a hysteroscopy and a polypectomy. Luckily I got to have an anesthetic which knocked me out for the duration of the procedure. I’m still feeling a little woozy, although that could be from the percocet I took when I got home. Heh heh heh … Anyway, I really like my gynecologist, for the most part. She’s funny and smart and extremely capable. She really seems like the kind of person I could be friends with IRL if, you know, she wasn’t in charge of keeping my lady business in tip-top fighting shape. So yeah, for the most part I really like her, except for one thing. She likes to use cutesy words for things. In the past she has referred to my labia as a “vajuzzsh” (I’m sorry, a labia is not a vagina!) and today she said she “cleared” a bit of “fluff” from “up in there”. Now, as humorous as it is to refer to body parts in a casual and silly way, part of me would really like it if my doctor used the correct terms for things. Maybe she doesn’t have to use the High Medical Greco-Roman terms, but really, I actually CAN understand words like “vagina” and “uterus” and “endometrial lining”. Because, now, as the medication is wearing off and I’m trying to reflect on that hazy conversation we had right after the procedure, I kind of would like to get on Google and educate myself about what’s happening to (and in) my body. It’s kind of difficult to do that if you don’t have the right words.
Language matters, people.
As a side note, my good friend Weaver hustled over here this afternoon with a batch of this carrot soup she made so I wouldn’t have to make dinner. Holy crap, it’s awesome. Thanks again, Weaver! <3
While out and about today, I hit a major pothole going very fast sorta fast the exact speed limit and blew my tire out. Which meant I had to pull off a very busy highway into a ghetto not-so-nice busy downtown area and change a flat. This also meant I spent most of the time yelling at telling the children to stay in the car and that no, they may not get out and watch.
After I was finished with the tire and had secured the teeny tiny temporary donut in place, I got back onto the highway just in time to witness a hawk swoop under an overpass to capture a pigeon (cool), only to be struck and killed by the car in front of me a split-second later (not so cool). I drove past the poor pigeon, who’d miraculously survived the hawk and subsequent car strike, trying to limp away. It was unceremoniously squashed by the car behind me a few seconds later. I glimpsed the spray of feathers in my rear view mirror.
Sears didn’t have my tire, so I had to go to Goodyear, about 5 miles up the road from there. They didn’t have the tire either, but could get it from the warehouse. I waited the 2 hours in their lobby with my grumpy/hungry/tired kidlet. When I went up to pay, they told me that I’d damaged the wheel rim and would need a new one from the dealer.
On the way back to pick up the other kidlet, I decided to pick up some fast food. I had a severe IBS attack about 2 hours later.
There was some other stuff, which I’m not going to go into detail about, but you can rest assured that it was just as craptastic as the rest.
Here’s hoping that tomorrow is better.
This LOLcat from today was very timely.
more cat pictures
I survived the week of supreme bitchiness and wanting to eat all the chocolate only to arrive at the week of wanting to snuggle up on the couch with my hot water bottle, a cup of coffee, and my knitting. I wonder if the children can make their own meals for the next couple of days.