life with insurance is phenomenal.
I only wish i could give half of mine to the Otherh, who is falling asleep a lot without adderall.
The 2nd opinion mdoc thinks I should have yet another laparo, probably because he specializes in infertility and would like to see more fucking children in the world, but I'd rather have stability than a child, and getting with child while having puppies seems like a really irresponsibly selfish thing to do.
So, because first mdoc hasn't returned my call, I'm having surgery Thursday, a mostly minor one, except this time with more asthma, no cancer scare and the possibility (well, this is usual) that I wake up with no womb. The staff at the mdoc's office seems indifferent to my comfort, as does the mdoc himself (grr for a himdoc), and didn't give me more anything at all for the pain I'm currently experiencing.
The possibility of going womb-free is piquing my feminism, oddly enough. I don't know how come that is. Probably to do with the fact womb or no womb, I'm still a woman, but I haven't analysed it sufficiently yet.
Yesterday a great uncle of mine died at the ripe, full age of 91, so today the fam is going down to the san antone to help with arrangement making. Then we will return, the Otherh and I will set up the new weight machine and I will attempt to clean. Or, I'll just go to bed.
This is all very important.
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