Wow, just had a flash back to dating 3 Mike’s at the same time and trying to tell my friend which one had called me and why it was either good, bad or the fireman….yes, dreams do change!
Anyway, my favorite male nurse called me from the RPL clinic! He said, “Hello, it’s B—- from the Women’s Health Clinic” and i’m all like “B—-, “sooooooo great to hear from you!” all chipper and shit. He said, “I haven’t forgotten about you, I’ve just had a lot of things on the go” (flash back to the bad Mike again)
Anyway, flashbacks and juggling aside, my biopsy is booked for October 4th. Woohoo, and roll on the valium.
So, I also got a text from a girl I used to work with over 10 years ago and we’ve loosely remained in touch over the years. She texted to ask for my address. I know she’s pregnant from her facebook updates…and I’m awaiting a shower invitation in the mail any day now.
I had my birthday PAP on Monday and I was so impressed with myself. Barely a flicker of anxiety and I thought to myself, I should get a gold star. Looking back I’ve faced way worse and a PAP is no big deal. That, right there, is progress baby!