OK, I'm not exactly in my right mind at the moment. First of all, we just learned yesterday that the repairs to the Honda will run to about $2,000. That's new tires, struts and, as of late yesterday afternoon, a new front axle.
Second, I'm not having "a little spotting" as a result of the vaginal ultrasound. I'm having a freakin' full-blown period!!!! You know the kind: It wakes you up after 4 hours of sleep because you're wet through with menstrual goo and you have to clean up yourself, the bed, and all of the drips on the way to the toilet!!!!!!!
Third, I received a gift of two books yesterday in the mail. (I'd been waiting on the latest Dalziel & Pascoe installment, but that book isn't here yet. !@#$@@#%%%#!@$!) One of those books is some female-glorification-of-the-uterus claptrap (honestly, one of the chapters is entitled, "Pelvic Health and Power") that was sent to me by a very kind person who I know meant all the best, but I'll get more use out of the book as a doorstop than anything else. Honestly, the author goes on and on about personal empowerment ("Do you feel you need to get your spouse's approval when you purchase clothing for yourself?") and some sort of quasi-sacred-yet-conspiracy-theory about OB/GYNs who are not "in tune with your desire to keep your uterus."
News Flash: I DO NOT WANT TO KEEP MY UTERUS!!!!!!!!!!!
News Flash: Every woman I've talk to who has had a hysterectomy has NOT regretted it. She hasn't missed her uterus in the least.
That's all for the moment -- not because I'm done with the rant, but because I have to run to the bathroom AGAIN!