Ah, fuck.

I drove through a snowstorm on the way to my doctor's appointment this afternoon. I found out I have a large cyst on my right ovary, a uterine polyp and symptoms which warrant the dreaded colonoscopy. I also have a lab slip which says that my blood must be tested for every disease and condition known to mankind. Erm...rubella, anyone?

I wish I could say I was joking about the snowstorm. It's fucking APRIL. Snow from the last storm was almost all gone and now this. We might get up to a foot of snow. That's twelve inches, people!

I don't which is more depressing: the fact that I have to shovel the driveway yet one more goddamn time or that I have to get a scope SHOVED UP MY ASS.

The ovarian cyst might go away on its own, but I have to call my ob/gyn tomorrow to see if I need to have the polyp surgically removed any time soon. With my history of polyps, I am not surprised. Doesn't make me jump for joy, however.

I came home and consoled myself with a couple of cookies. Hey, I'm entitled. At least it wasn't a bag of Cadbury mini eggs. That's what I really wanted.

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