My dog, Pony, is six years old today. So, how did I celebrate? By getting a transvaginal ultrasound. (See last post as to why.) And the results?
My ultrasound was normal. The doctor and his nurse were giving each other the "I think we've got another hypochondriac here" looks.
I did not make that pain up. Hell, I've had ASSAULTS that hurt less. And no they're telling me nothing's wrong and last period was just a "fluke" and "perhaps" it will never happen again.
Or perhaps it will.
So, now, every month I get to look forward to my body spinning that great big Wheel Of Pain and seeing where it lands. Shooting me in the head probably would've been kinder. At least the wait would be over.
Anyway, Peter Gabriel put out a new video, which I'm trying to use as medication: