No thank you, please, it only makes me sneeze
Wednesday, Dec. 14, 2005 at 2:35 p.m.
Hey kids, here is your PSA for the day:
Getting a trans-vaginal ultrasound is not fun.
Really. It isn�t. I don�t want to go into too many details, but I will divulge that I wish Denise the Ultrasound Technician had bought me dinner or at least a couple of drinks first. Why did I have one these, you ask? Well, I was in for a bit of *ahem* female trouble and now I apparently got stuff where there ain�t supposed to be stuff. I�m honestly not in the mood for another go-around of vague symptoms that could either be not too much to worry about or deathly (read my entries from April to mid-May 2005 for the last go-around of medical madness).
You know, I�m sure somebody out there would think I�ve got that Munchausen syndrome with the nonsense I seem to put myself through, but I really don�t enjoy this. Yes, I liked having the Meurcurochrome Badge of Honor and the Band-Aid Medal of Bleeding but that�s when I was a kid, and I think that�s a universal thing. . . in particular with me because I went to Catholic school and wore uniforms, and shoes and Band-Aids were the only things that really made us different but in a clickish sort of way. I was already pretty well labeled freakish because I was two heads taller than everybody, and I didn�t have to wear braces, and my Dad was the songleader for the big 10 o�clock Sunday Mass.
Yep, you heard me, I did not have to go through the agony of braces. The only trauma I�ve had to my teeth is one cavity, and a gap between my two front teeth that closed up as the rest of my molars came in. I was lucky. And dentally inexpensive for my parents. My brother also did not need braces, but he has also never had a cavity. The only thing he ever had novocaine for was to get his wisdom teeth removed, as our dentist didn�t believe in total sensory deprivation for oral surgery. Now they even have virtual-reality goggles so you can play a game or watch a movie or pretty colors while under the nitrous. Still, though, that�s not incentive enough to have teeth problems.
So anyhoo, more bloodletting and an MRI in my near future.
Sorry, no movie review today. I�m currently watching The Damned Don�t Cry with Joan Crawford and I think it�s gonna be good. But let�s open up the snarky meter with some curious and random images:
I suppose it wasn�t enough to handle rattlesnakes for Jesus or juggle chainsaws for Jesus. No. This guy apparently is into self-immolation for Jesus. Isn�t it enough to just pray with sincerity and be nice to others? I seem to remember that�s all Jesus really asked of us. Would Jesus have self-immolated Himself for us? As opposed to getting nailed to a tree? Lent hymns would sure as hell be different then.
Were you there when they set my Lord on fire? . . .
Hey, look! It�s thedailywtf in the year 2055!!! I hope I�m as cool as her when I grow up.
And speaking of cool, everything must be cheaper in Idaho:
But is it better or worse than Toledo Window Box?