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?