Went to the doctor today. Have I ever mentioned I think my gyno is, like, the neatest lady EVER? She knows about my lifestyle (as in poly) and about my work (as in BBW netporn and phonesex) and about my various body mods (as in hood piercing) and doesn't make value judgements about ANY of it. Plus, she treats me like an actual intelligent human being, which is amazing coming from a member of the medical profession.
Anyway. I'm doing not so well in the period department. (Boys with a distaste for wimmin-problems may want to skip the rest of this entry.) I've been bleeding, on and off, for two weeks. Not fun. My gyno prescribed provera for me, which is supposed to make me stop gushing blood like a veritable fount o' menstruation, and scheduled me for an endometreial biopsy, which is of the eek.
I'm nervous about it. I mean, hey, someone is going to be sticking a tube through my cervix -- which, up until this point in my life, was laboring under the assumption that it was an OUT door only, weird-ass things done to me while I was in labor notwithstanding -- and taking a sample of endometrial lining.
I'm planning to drug myself up but good on Xanax that day and let Sean lead me around like a good little zombie.
In other news, the girlfriend that is not the one who I broke up with has linked to this journal -- Hi Zvi! -- and has been an absolute sweetie-pie angel to me, listening to me whine on the phone to her about the Other Ex-Girlfriend and giving me the gift of her inexpressibly wonderful giggling self. I
her. She's sick, so I'm going to call her later and give her lots of only-slightly-lecherous love and affection, because she's swell and I adore her.
And now, I'm off to distract myself from the bleeding that has no end by reading some hot Spike/Xander luuuurve slash fic.
Anyway. I'm doing not so well in the period department. (Boys with a distaste for wimmin-problems may want to skip the rest of this entry.) I've been bleeding, on and off, for two weeks. Not fun. My gyno prescribed provera for me, which is supposed to make me stop gushing blood like a veritable fount o' menstruation, and scheduled me for an endometreial biopsy, which is of the eek.
I'm nervous about it. I mean, hey, someone is going to be sticking a tube through my cervix -- which, up until this point in my life, was laboring under the assumption that it was an OUT door only, weird-ass things done to me while I was in labor notwithstanding -- and taking a sample of endometrial lining.
I'm planning to drug myself up but good on Xanax that day and let Sean lead me around like a good little zombie.
In other news, the girlfriend that is not the one who I broke up with has linked to this journal -- Hi Zvi! -- and has been an absolute sweetie-pie angel to me, listening to me whine on the phone to her about the Other Ex-Girlfriend and giving me the gift of her inexpressibly wonderful giggling self. I
her. She's sick, so I'm going to call her later and give her lots of only-slightly-lecherous love and affection, because she's swell and I adore her.
And now, I'm off to distract myself from the bleeding that has no end by reading some hot Spike/Xander luuuurve slash fic.
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god, i hope the biopsy comes out fine and you just need a little hormone tweak. i hate to think of having something inserted through my cervix... hey, maybe it won't be so bad since it's been used before, at least in the other direction?