Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Cooter rooter to the rescue

So anyhooze, I finally found a new doctor and went to see her and learned that I have to have a proCEEdure. I don't want to have a proCEEdure, especially one that involves general anesthesia and my lady parts and stirrups. Not the fun kind of stirrups, either.

I'm very, very lucky it's nothing scary -- more preventative than anything else -- but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Even the prescription the doc gave me today for post-op happy pills and the prospect of three days off work isn't enough to completely quench my urge to jump up and down and flap my hands and whine like a three year old, 'cause it's going to be gross and I don't want to doooo it!

But do it I will. If everything goes as advertised, my understanding is that the cramping and bleeding and -- gulp! -- seepage will be well worth it.

Mmmmm, seepage. Now there's an evocative and underused word. Hey, anyone up for egg drop soup?


  1. Seepage and egg drop soup.

    You are *evil*!

    Excellent work.

  2. You know, now that I think about it, hot & sour soup may have been a better fit... I'll let you know how it all comes out. Heh.

    Thanks for stopping by. I'm *really* glad you're posting on your blog again. :)

  3. Aww, Liz! I'm sorry to hear about your weepy cooter. :(

    Seriously, that sounds ouchy. Hope it goes as well as possible & you get some good drugs after!

  4. My turn to be an Angel of Mercy. An' I don't even have to make rice pudding this time (tho' I might...). Liz's trip to the body and cooter shop coincides with my second round of the blue light special at the dermatologist, in which our protagonist turns into a quasi-vampire for a couple of days.
    We may be co-recuperating while entertaining our new pooch. PAR-tay!



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