trials of the body

So I went for a follow up with my GYN today, which wasn't much more than a billing opportunity for her office, I think. The only results she had of my latest round of tests (mammograms, breast ultrasounds, and transvaginal ultrasound) was for the pesky internal ultrasound. And it seems my endometrial lining has doubled in thickness in the last year. For all you fellas reading this, that's not a good thing, generally speaking, but over all nothing to be freaking out about. And strangely, in spite of my usual demeanor, I'm not freaking out. Maybe it's because in the greater scheme of things, it's pretty low on the freak-out list. Maybe it's because I've reached my freak-out quota for the week. I don't know.

What I do know is that I'm ready, willing and able to donate my female organs to medical science. I'm not using any of them anymore, and there's not much good that can be accomplished by keeping them in there. But I suppose they'll be going to Washington (or Pete Townsend, as my wonderful friend Hotski calls the town) for at least a few months. In any case, I'm not one to freely sign up for elective surgery, though god help me I looooove those drugs they give just before I fall asleep.

The good news is that even though my head feels as if it's about to explode, my blood pressure is a mere 138/82. I guess I'm not about to spout blood out my ears. For the most part I consider this a positive thing.

Now get the heck out of here. hobbitt and I have to take an old mattress and some defunct lawn furniture to the dump, and then it's back to packing for me.