Jul. 19th, 2007

Ugh. Headache. Couldn't relax last night, so drank too much wine. Then had weird dreams about playing Grand Theft Auto. Who knows.

Today is going to be awesome. Party.
Well, I should be done now. I should be in my pajamas, doped up on some of my dad's leftover tylenol with codeine, in bed or curled up on the couch. Instead I'm waiting until 3:00 because my doctor's assistant assumed 'colposcopy' in the computer was a mistake, since they hadn't done the repeat pap and didn't have the abnormal results. Now, does one really think a patient would mistakenly request such a procedure? Especially one she's already had twice and for which she knows its unpleasantries? Granted, I assume she thought the new secretary chick made a mistake, but still. So, I got to leave and get to go back at 3:00. Which is better than waiting another week or more, but still really fucking blows. It's the longest morning ever . . .

And when she asked "do you have anything planned for the rest of the day? I mean, would you be able to come in later since Liz does want to do a colposcopy?" I thought - do people really make PLANS after this thing?! Fuck. My day was completely clear.

I knew the minute we walked into a normal exam room that was lacking the awful looking torture chair that something was amiss . . .


So tired. And I still have a headache. But fear taking ibuprofen right now just in case it would make me bleed more later.

I promise that gyno talk will end soon.



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