i don't know if i'm more scared to find out that there is, in fact, something wrong with me - as i've long suspected - or to find out that there's nothing wrong with me. i'm definitely MOST afraid of being dismissed by a doctor yet again.

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i don't know if i'm more scared to find out that there is, in fact, something wrong with me - as i've long suspected - or to find out that there's nothing wrong with me. i'm definitely MOST afraid of being dismissed by a doctor yet again.
thinking about The Vitamin post again for no reason in particular
hello i'm the dumb bitch who is wearing john carpenter's the thing sweats at the emergency vet right now. the morbidity is not lost on me.
now that my car is home and sorted and i can breathe a sigh of relief i can't stop thinking about how much goodness i had around me when shit felt really grim. the three strangers who helped me push my car into the gas station parking lot off the road, including - especially - the woman directly behind me who was so willing to let my car run into her fender in case we had too much momentum as everyone pushed my car backward and who offered me a hug before leaving that was extremely comforting. the gas station attendant who insisted i grab a drink from the soda fountain on the house when i went inside to let her know i was waiting for a tow truck and sorry in advance for potentially blocking gas station traffic when my car got towed. my spouse and all the people with whom they work for letting my spouse leave work early to wait with me for the tow truck and letting them take extended lunches when we had a single car for several days. my ridiculously busy coworker who made time to get me detailed information about the mechanic she'd recently needed and whom she adored. maybe it was all small in the grand scheme of things but it felt so, so big and having unexpected community is such a beautiful thing.
i made myself motion sick playing powerwash simulator send help
we're supposed to submit two truths and a lie for a game at our upcoming work holiday party and i'm blanking. i've literally never met myself before. i know zero facts about myself. who am i, what have i done???
if you look at p*rn in a public library truly i hope billy the puppet force-feeds you razorblades.
sad posting don't worry about it
just got home from my post-op appointment. despite being my doctor's most difficult iud insertion ever, i have a "cute" little uterus and pristine ovaries. i'm being referred to another gynecologist who has been putting a lot of her focus into autoimmune disorders for a consultation. this is never the direction i expected this to take in a million years and honestly isn't where i wanted it to go at all. this was supposed to be as cut and dry as endometriosis could possibly be.