Yes, this post will contain what will be to many of you TMI. Don't worry, I'll give you fair warning before launching into said sensitive topic so that you can quit reading.
Group Leader Greg was standing behind Vanessa enthusiastically singing an old time gospel song about laying down his burdens "down by the waterside." Vanessa told him, "It's 'riverside', not 'waterside'".
"Oh, well, I messed up in church, then."
Beverly called me up Sunday afternoon. She teaches English as a second language to people who've immigrated here-- LEGALLY, I might add --and are studying for their citizenship. Anyway, a couple of her students are going back to China for an extended visit, and she wanted to give them a small gift. So I let her pick out two of my soldier hats to give them. While I was there, she asked me if I would knit an Ice Queen for the woman. Naturally, I agreed to do it. I was planning on knitting one for my sister for Christmas, and they work up pretty quickly. It'll be pretty easy to do two.
Yes, the Ice Queen is the new project I'd started on. Nobody guessed it.
And now, here is your TMI warning. I'm going to talk about some delicate female issues. If you don't want to be a part of this, stop reading now.
(Imagine elevator music playing...)
OK. Still here? Good.
Away we go...
I'd known for several months now that I was going through The Change. I've had all the symptoms. Well, here lately, my periods have gotten really irregular. This latest one started August 4th.
It hasn't stopped yet. It will slow down a bit, and I think it's going to be over with, but then it'll crank back up. I finally got to the point that I did something dreadful.
I made a phone call.
Not just any phone call. I made a phone call to the gynecologist. Yeah. I got that desperate. I'm going in tomorrow afternoon to see what's going on with this. I"ll have to leave work early, but that's OK. I just want this to stop.
You know, most people are afraid to go to the doctor. They're afraid he will find something wrong with them. I'm afraid to go to the doctor, because I'm afraid he won't find anything wrong with me. I'm afraid I'll get up into the office and the doctor (whichever one I go to, be it gyn or my regular doc) will say, "Ain't nothing wrong with you, you big hypochondriac!"
This period has been going on 3 1/2 weeks, and I'm nervous now that it will stop before tomorrow afternoon. Oh, well. I'm overdue for my pap anyway.
I'll let you know how things go.