We've Got A Time, People

Nurse Blondie called and left a message this afternoon. I need to be at the Women's Center Friday afternoon at 12:45pm, big-ass bottle of water on hand. No perfumes, deodorant (ewwww!) or hairspray of any kind to be used. Just me, au natural.

Should I shave the cooter in a funky shape, for shits and giggles? Perhaps in the style of an embryo? Or maybe a heart, and write inside it "I *heart* Dr. Pipsqueak" (I think that she's on for transfers)? Maybe a geometric pattern? The jury's still out on that one-it would sure be a topic of conversation, wouldn't it? Heh.

I've started all the meds, and I'm feeling a bit "testy", thanks to the progesterone pills. Hey, beggars can't be choosers, though-at least it ain't the ass shots this time. The Medrol tastes like ass, though. Did you ever notice that there's a nasty bitter aftertaste after you swallow Medrol tablets? Kinda like licking the inside of a rusty tin can that once contained overcooked broccoli rabe, but more gross. And no, I'm not chewing them. I try to get them down in my gullet as quickly as possible. The water isn't helping either-it just washes the ass-taste across my tongue and into my taste buds. Blech. And let's not get into the Doryx. Suffice it to say that I have had no problems in the defecatory department since starting them yesterday. Or the gaseousness seeping out of my pooper, either. The cats are fighting to sleep next to me, since I'm warmer than sleeping next to the radiator. Thank God they don't try to bury under the blankets-then we'd have petrified kitties to wake up to.

It'll all be over in 48 hours or so. I've got some plans here for the 2WW to keep my sanity alive, so stay tuned.......