Monday, April 28, 2008

That appointment.

Okay, I have a confession to make,

I have not been in for that check-up in a while, a very long while.

9 years actually. It is no coincidence that my last child is 9. I believe the last time I went in for that appointment was my 6 week postpartum check-up.

My doctor finally threatened to come to my house. Okay, not really, but she has been nagging incessantly. Truly; my kids have nothing on this lady.

So I made the appointment. It is in one month.

I have one month to fret and worry and freak out and then live in denial, and then fret and worry and freak out and then live in denial; lather, rinse, repeat. What can I say, it is my process.

I HATE that appointment! I think I may have found something I'd rather do less than get up on stage with my sister.

2 comments:

Halfmoon Girl said...

We could all tell our worst "check up down there" stories, and then you may not feel so bad when you actually go! (i don't think will work, will it?) Hopefully, all will go smoothly. Just transport your mind elsewhere- and buy yourself chocolate after. Turn it into an afternoon by yourself.

jewlsntexas said...

Oh boy -
Me too!
I haven't been since we moved - in 2 years - and since I've already had a pre-cancerous condition of my cervix - I had better go!
Thanks for reminding me - NOT!
and forget what Halfmoon Girl said - have chocolate and alcohol - before!