Life - you win.
I broke a molar in half - or quarters. It's hard to tell.
Tomorrow I see the dentist.
Which is ok - cause there's gas there, and for a few precious moments I'll be high as a kite.
Today, the Dr. called with the results of my pap smear.
Endometrial cells were found.
I have to go back and have another probing.
I must say - this last pap smear - done by my Nurse Practitioner - who I feel is like a friend to me - has made me a bit awkward feeling.
I feel like we got drunk and acted in appropriately.
I can't make eye contact.
She gave me a rectal exam.
She assured me today that endometrial cells usually do not mean cancer.
It's just - ugh - the biopsies and the ultrasounds.
Anyhow - the pap smear she gave me was so vigorous, I am surprised it wasn't lung cells instead of endometrial cells.
I'm sure it's nothing - I mean - it has to be nothing.
That's what we always say to ourselves, and yet - I find myself wistfully looking out the window thinking -
What if it's me this time - not a friend of a friend, or a distant cousin, or the next door neighbor?
But - I'm sure it's nothing.
Here's a baby turkey to take our mind off such things...
Baby chicks for good measure.
I just wanted to say - that with all of this going on, and the Effexor withdrawal, I'm just not sure when I'm going to be back here -
Summer is just flying by isn't it?
I want to go to the beach.
I want to hike.
I want to sleep in the camper and read books and eat blueberries.
I want to snap beans and watch chickens peck.
I want my ovaries to stop hurting and my brain to re-attach itself to the spinal cord.
(my brain feels loose from Effexor withdrawals.)
Until later my dear, dear friends...
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To be continued...