Pap-smear CHECK...

I went to bed last night at 8:00 pm. I was tired and wanted to sleep, so that's what I did.

I went to school yesterday and was informed of the Finals schedule, which totally conflicts with my sleep routine. I love my bed. I have finally stumbled across the perfect formula of linens, thread counts and feather bed quality. I have a step-niece that every time she comes over, she goes directly to my bed and holds court from there. Don't get me wrong, there will never be random asses enjoying the comforts of my sanctuary, but she gets a pass.

How the fuck did I get to talking about my bed...oh yeah sleep...sorry ADD.

I had an OB-GYN appointment yesterday and I had to talk myself into not rescheduling for a third time. I have not been in 2 or 3 years and yes I know that you are supposed to do that yearly...but I have to get my head around the whole stranger putting this long-ass metal spatula in my cooch and then the bright heat lamp, as if they are not close enough anyway...ugh...it just makes me feel violated.

I called ADDfriend#1 after appointment and told her about my experience...here I am laying on the table, legs up, wincing (yes I used the word wincing) at the uncomfortableness of the situation and I thought the lady doc was thinking "Bitch please, yo pussy done seen mo dick than a military bathroom, shut the hell up"...I was cracking myself up. ADDfriend1 was laughing too.

I got through it and it was walking out the door in about 20 minutes...ADDhubby asked why it was so quick...I asked him how long did it take to finger a woman, play with the boobies and draw some blood...yes he is used to my vulgarities. So now I'm good, barring test results for another 2-3 years...phew glad that's over.

I ain't tripping over the test results...Que Sa Ra, Sa Ra.

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