My procedure was today, I have to wonder if I’m going to dread posting to you people because I am so tired and still under the influence of some stuff, so I’m wondering if I’m making any sense at all.

I feel like I’m drunk dialing you people.

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Okay, I wrote that last night and after that sentence I fell asleep on my laptop.  So, I’ll continue right now.

Everything went well, despite my blood pressure doing it’s best to ruin my life.  Because my blood pressure was so high, we had to hold off on the procedure for a long time while I sat in a sheet and tissue slippers with the lights out so I could relax.

Nothing says relaxing like laying naked in a cold room.

There were many causes to my blood pressure being elevated, not just that I was nervous about a machine entering my uterus.

Yesterday morning we took my car to see how much it would cost to get the air conditioning fixed, we heard the total and decided to pass,  then after picking that car up, we needed to head back over to where Brian got his tires fixed last week because his car sounds like he’s dropped plates all over the highway.  (it’s the best description I can give you.)

So, before driving away from the air conditioning place, Brian came to my window and as I pushed the lever to roll the window down, the window didn’t budge.  My window that worked prior to dropping off the car was no longer working.  And our power locks?  Not really working either.

Unfortunately, we were on a very tight schedule as I had big plans for my doctor to set up a picnic in my vagina.  We did go in and tell the man boy and he did a quick test and then said “youhavetopullitinside.”  (that’s how he spoke, he just mumbled, didn’t really open his mouth at all.  It was interesting.)

I said “we don’t have time, but in the meantime, I’ll have fun driving around with my kids with no air conditioning and NO WINDOWS.  GREAT, THANKS, BYE.”

So, off we went to drop off Brian’s car which just survived The Great Tire Massacre of 2009 last week.

All the way over to the other car shop, I’m thinking of  three things 1.  How did they screw up my windows and who can I punch because of it?  2.  We are going to be late for my appointment.  3.  I just want a new car.

But my biggest concern was who can I punch and I’m going to be late.

Brian is following me, I pull into the car shop, he pulls in behind me and a cop pulls in behind him with his lights on.  Now, Brian is a known speeder, but he was following me and I know I was NOT speeding, so I walked up to the police officer and Brian and the police officer was like “um. Go away.”  So, I did.

He got a ticket for taking off his seat belt to lean over to get a newspaper that was on the floor of the passenger side as the car was sitting at THE LONGEST LIGHT EVER.  The police officer admitted that yesterday the cops in our area were told to only look for people who aren’t wearing seat belts and give them tickets.

AFTER THAT, we headed to Chicago and yes, my blood pressure was high.  If it was too high, she could not do the procedure.  But after some deep relaxation and some ativan, it lowered enough for her to be able for her to drive a Chevy into my nether regions.  And she did and it hurt.  She took pictures of my uterus, my fallopion tubes and other ugly areas and everything looks wonderful.

She did invite a student into the room with us, his name was Lance and he got to do one of my biopsies which only made me nervous when my doctor warned “No anterior and do you feel it?” and he was manuerving something deep inside me and he replied with “I think so.”

I have a very, very good feeling about all that took place yesterday at the doctor’s office.  I’m still unbelievably tired but I can’t complain.

By July 6, 2009, we may SOMETHING and I can not wait.