Okay, though my facetious brain wants to spit fire on everything,

I must say this: if there really were a freaking god, he or “it”

hates my guts. Good thing I have no faith in that crap, otherwise I
would have had to sacrifice virgins and pieces of my soul to earn my
place in Candy Land.

So yeah. Tuesday at work I left in a fury of tears and choked sobs because of the pain. I am sick
of sobbing, and sick of choking on my existence. I am actually sick of
choking on lots of things, but my gag reflex has been mightily
honed with all of the drama I have been through medically and
emotionally. So today’s party movement is me going to get an ultrasound
because NOW there might be something in my uterus causing this
profuse bleeding. Not the coumadin or the fact that I had a colposcopy
last Monday, but some other mighty specimen that might be sitting in
there kicking me over and over again.

The bad cells were removed from my cervix,
the bad stuff in my uterus may have to be removed surgically. One never
knows, but I still bleed today. All I know is this: I am so sick and
TIRED OF COMPLAINING ABOUT MY HEALTH. I truly think the only
piece of me that hasn’t been compromised and even this is up for
discussion, is my freaking brain.

I also haven’t had sex in over two weeks simply because I am too nasty and broken to even touch. OH YES!!!!!