
English: “Hey, Girls! We may be in luck here.” Sadly, they weren’t. I had nothing to give them. They were the gentlest, friendliest animals one could wish to encounter – they appeared healthy, happy and superbly looked after – a credit to their owners. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Another day, another medical intrusion (LITERALLY ~ but I will save you the gory details). I swear these people are trying to find something wrong with me. I have had three ultrasounds, blood tests, a mammogram and an appointment with an ob/gyn.
I am not pregnant. I think at this stage of the game that is an impossibility, first because my husband had the snip, snip (he hates it when I use this technical terminology) about 21 years ago after we had our second premature son (both sons are healthy as horses by the way– just how healthy is a horse, anyway?); and second because I am not a youngster anymore.
I am thrilled that we have all these medical tests and procedures, but it does feel like going from one shop of horrors to the next. It all started because of a pain in my side and the fact that I have been ignoring my health for years. It will all culminate in an hour long physical examination in August where I will hear the results of all the tests. I am hoping to hear that I am as healthy as a horse!
{Whenever I post one of these people get concerned—don’t get concerned –this is my lame attempt at situational humour.}