Owie.
Yeah, "owie" pretty much describes my state of being right now. In other words, everything hurts.
Last night, as I was finishing up some cleaning at the restaurant, I slipped on a wet patch of floor and fell, ass over teakettle. My left knee ended up taking the brunt of the damage (it's a pretty shade of purple right about now), but I also have some colorful bruises on my left elbow and cuts all over my right hand (of course I was carrying glass when I fell, and of course it shattered all over me). I really wish I could have seen myself crash, since it felt and sounded like at least an 8.5.
Today, I visited my friendly neighborhood gynecologist and endured a very unholy trinity of pain (colposcopy, cervical biopsy, and endometrial curretage). Given the above injuries, the doctor probably thought about referring me to the domestic violence shelter, but she settled instead for poking, prodding, cutting, and scraping in and around my lady parts. Now, I realize that such tests are important, especially if they enable the doc to early-diagnose any serious conditions (and with my medical history, that's even more crucial). But still--ow.
Even treating myself to new jeans (thank you, Lucky Brand, for making denim that actually fits) and a Chick-fil-a* sandwich hasn't seemed to help my overall bodily malaise. So, off to bed with me--with any luck, I'll be back to my cheery self when I wake up tomorrow.
* Thanks, EJ, for showing me the light and pointing me toward the clandestine GW Chick-fil-a location. It was swarming with undergrads, but it was sooooooo worth it.
Last night, as I was finishing up some cleaning at the restaurant, I slipped on a wet patch of floor and fell, ass over teakettle. My left knee ended up taking the brunt of the damage (it's a pretty shade of purple right about now), but I also have some colorful bruises on my left elbow and cuts all over my right hand (of course I was carrying glass when I fell, and of course it shattered all over me). I really wish I could have seen myself crash, since it felt and sounded like at least an 8.5.
Today, I visited my friendly neighborhood gynecologist and endured a very unholy trinity of pain (colposcopy, cervical biopsy, and endometrial curretage). Given the above injuries, the doctor probably thought about referring me to the domestic violence shelter, but she settled instead for poking, prodding, cutting, and scraping in and around my lady parts. Now, I realize that such tests are important, especially if they enable the doc to early-diagnose any serious conditions (and with my medical history, that's even more crucial). But still--ow.
Even treating myself to new jeans (thank you, Lucky Brand, for making denim that actually fits) and a Chick-fil-a* sandwich hasn't seemed to help my overall bodily malaise. So, off to bed with me--with any luck, I'll be back to my cheery self when I wake up tomorrow.
* Thanks, EJ, for showing me the light and pointing me toward the clandestine GW Chick-fil-a location. It was swarming with undergrads, but it was sooooooo worth it.
posted by bettyjoan @ 10/02/2006
9 Comments:
At 8:50 PM,
sparkles anonymous! said…
Oy - I went through the colposcopy/biopsy thing two months ago. OWWWWW indeed.
Have some ice cream, some wine, and some chick flicks. :)
At 8:56 PM,
Kathryn Is So Over said…
Thinking good thoughts for your results, Betty.
At 9:29 PM,
ejtakeslife said…
Betty, you're most welcome! Now join me in trying to resist going there every single day : )
At 12:53 AM,
Chai said…
oooh. hope you feel better lady!
At 4:23 AM,
Anonymous said…
Just a small tidbit: Chik-fil-a is owned and operated by EXTREMELY conservative born-again Christians, is closed on Sunday as a day of prayer and would be considered in most of the world as the same type of nut jobs that Hezbolah and Islamic Jihad. Not trying to ruin your sandwich but FYI Check it out- on't take my word for it
At 3:13 PM,
Anonymous said…
"Just a small tidbit: Chik-fil-a is owned and operated by EXTREMELY conservative born-again Christians, is closed on Sunday as a day of prayer and would be considered in most of the world as the same type of nut jobs that Hezbolah and Islamic Jihad."
So closing on Sundays is the functional equivalent of firing arsenals of rockets at Israeli women and children.
Wow.
At 4:14 PM,
ejtakeslife said…
Yes, they close on Sundays, but Monday through Saturday they have waffle fries.
At 6:00 PM,
She says said…
OWWWCH indeed! You poor thing!
Sounds like an excuse for ice cream and chocolate to me.
Feel better!
At 3:45 AM,
bettyjoan said…
Sparkles, Kathryn, Chai, and She Says: Thanks for the well-wishes!
EJ: I'd definitely be lying if I claimed NOT to have thought about waffle fries every day since my visit.
Anonymous #1: Yeah, I know all about the owner/operator of Chick-fil-a. His name is Truett Cathy, and he's my ex-boyfriend's Sunday school teacher. Yes, he's conservative, and yes, he's a Christian. But he's a Christian in the true sense of the word (i.e., he is devout in his beliefs, he works hard to be a good person and a role model for others, and he cares deeply about his fellow human beings). It is illogical and slanderous to equate his closed-on-Sunday policy with religious extremism. I am a liberal Jew, and I have nothing but respect for Mr. Cathy--so you couldn't ruin my sandwich if you tried.
Anonymous #2: Amen.
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