2003-04-24 - 7:03 p.m.
I went to see the scary doctor (read:gynaecologist) today, it wasn't scary at all except for the part where I was in the waiting room and I could just see into another room and there were, erhm, stirrups.
Thankfully she didn't want to do any "examining" and otherwise it's hard to be afraid of of a kind-faced plump woman with a New Zealand accent, though believe me, I tried.
She is almost positive I have Polycystic ovary whatsie, the only weirdness being my ultrasound totally lacked cysty evidence. Perhaps I have invisibly polycystic ovaries. Whatever. She sent me for another blood test just to make sure I don't have something else, otherwise I'm going on the pill.
Yes, mountains of sexual activity here I come! Only, not. Bad pun, bad bad.
It was weird going there, I think the level is like the baby related level or something, on the way to her room I passed two tiny babies and when I got there I was confronted with a wall of baby photos. Also in the same place as her is the infertility clinic, and IVF programs... made me all "Am I in the right place? I do want a baby, just not right now."
I... need to diet oh so badly. Body is crying for an easter detox. And I think I will. Water, water, need water.
I broke in my boots today for a few hours and I didn't end up crippled, that was nice. Though they've been tainted by the waiting to cross the road, truck driver #1 staring at me overly, truck driver #2 beeping and waving.
Oh well. I suppose if I ever need to hitch a ride with a truck driver I know the shoes that'll do it.
Not that kind of ride. Stop thinking about me mentioning sex. Argh! Mind in gutter alert, only paragraphs too late.
The pill huh. I can't help thinking about the repercussions. You should have seen the look of horror on my mother's face when I told her...
Moving on. Saw "How to lose a guy in 10 days" good enough but still so very bad for me, it makes me believe that love is a thing which happens to beautiful people for limited periods of 2-3 hours.
And I really hate girls that look good in yellow, that's a skill. And girls who belong to Goldie Hawn's gene pool. Damn you Kate Hudson, damn you muchly, you and your overly pretty back.
I'm jealous and pathetic, but it's all good.
Thankfully she didn't want to do any "examining" and otherwise it's hard to be afraid of of a kind-faced plump woman with a New Zealand accent, though believe me, I tried.
She is almost positive I have Polycystic ovary whatsie, the only weirdness being my ultrasound totally lacked cysty evidence. Perhaps I have invisibly polycystic ovaries. Whatever. She sent me for another blood test just to make sure I don't have something else, otherwise I'm going on the pill.
Yes, mountains of sexual activity here I come! Only, not. Bad pun, bad bad.
It was weird going there, I think the level is like the baby related level or something, on the way to her room I passed two tiny babies and when I got there I was confronted with a wall of baby photos. Also in the same place as her is the infertility clinic, and IVF programs... made me all "Am I in the right place? I do want a baby, just not right now."
I... need to diet oh so badly. Body is crying for an easter detox. And I think I will. Water, water, need water.
I broke in my boots today for a few hours and I didn't end up crippled, that was nice. Though they've been tainted by the waiting to cross the road, truck driver #1 staring at me overly, truck driver #2 beeping and waving.
Oh well. I suppose if I ever need to hitch a ride with a truck driver I know the shoes that'll do it.
Not that kind of ride. Stop thinking about me mentioning sex. Argh! Mind in gutter alert, only paragraphs too late.
The pill huh. I can't help thinking about the repercussions. You should have seen the look of horror on my mother's face when I told her...
Moving on. Saw "How to lose a guy in 10 days" good enough but still so very bad for me, it makes me believe that love is a thing which happens to beautiful people for limited periods of 2-3 hours.
And I really hate girls that look good in yellow, that's a skill. And girls who belong to Goldie Hawn's gene pool. Damn you Kate Hudson, damn you muchly, you and your overly pretty back.
I'm jealous and pathetic, but it's all good.