Omega19x

6:32am: How many orifices do I have to bleed out of before my body stops fucking with me?
... It's either proof that I need to go back on medication, or its a contaminated sample. Neither can be proven. Neither can be discounted. But I now have an appointment for a complete physical (including the womanly parts) for next Wednesday. And they want me to take a new sample, just so long as I stop randomly spotting. If that sample comes back positive too, then I have no room for argument.

I swear... if they find anything else wrong with me... and want me to take pills for that, especially if they're birth control pills, then I will absolutely refuse to take them. I'd rather spontaneously bleed that deal with all the negative side effects of birth control pills. My menstrual cycle still runs like clockwork, dammit. The clock just so happens to leak.

*takes a deep cleansing breath*

I guess it's time to follow my own advice. If you can't laugh at something, you don't deserve to live through it.

While I was making my appointment for next week, I must have seemed a little bit distressed over the situation. The nurse then said to me, "It doesn't matter when you come in. We'll still welcome you with open arms."
"Yeah... but I have to welcome YOU with open legs."

There was a moment of dead silence, and everyone within earshot burst out laughing.

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11:08pm: Hi, Vatican? My name is Mary.
Given that I will be having a physical next week, I thought it would be smart to step on a scale. I haven't done that in quite some time, and I didn't want to suddenly be surprised if my weight wasn't what I thought it would be. Turns out, I weigh about 112. So, if I thought I had gained weight, or looked fat, it's clearly all my imagination...

This is only funny because on my way out of work, someone got in the elevator and struck up an unusual conversation.

"How's the baby?"
"... What?"
"Your baby! How's your baby doing?"
"... I don't have a baby."
"Oh... You're not..."

Of course, that conversation could only have been trumped by one with my own mother, in regards to my odd little female problems as of late.

"It's perfectly normal. You know, when I was pregnant, I spotted like that a couple of times!"
"I'm not pregnant."
"I'm just saying, I spotted too."
"I'm a virgin, Mom..."

Really, timing is everything, isn't it?

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