So I'm sick. Barfing all over. But does the hub-unit get sick? OF COURSE NOT!!!!
Kinda cute: The Navy presented me with an award for dealing with all their bullshit while my hubby stays in their clutches. They do it for all the spouses when their other re-enlists.
Yes, the hub-unit is very healthy and very much stuck still in the navy. Three years to go and then we're free and clear....
Bad news: Got the Doctor's results from my colposcopy and it doesn't look so good. "moderate to severe cervical dysplasia" is the diagnosis, which means more surgery. It's actually more of a more in-depth biopsy, but still. They are going to cut more chunks out of me. CHUNKS. BIGGER CHUNKS. The procedure's scheduled for next month, and until then I'm going to be in some pain, apparently. Yay. Yippee. Really. And to make everything better, once I get this thing done I can't have sex for at least a month. For fuck's sake. I quit.
And what does my mother think? Not a damn thing about the pain or the oozing or the mutated cells, oh no, she was immediately concerned about the ability to have babies.
I could go on, but sitting up is kinda hard to do for long periods of time. Guess I won't be ranting for long periods of time for a while.
Consider yourselves lucky. I'm full of rantiness, too.
Rattled Out By Queenie
at 9:26 PM