Thursday, November 18, 2010

Anxiety, Part II

Well. Good morning.
I'm showered and have eaten my twigs and seeds and the chickens are fed as well as the cats and dogs.
It's chilly.
My anxiety level, on a scale of one to ten is merely around a five so I'd say that was pretty darn good. Pre-ty,pre-ty good, as Larry David would say.

I've put on my big girl panties and am going to go. See the doctor. Or nurse practitioner. I hope. I like them better.
Feet in stirrups. Breasts bared and kneaded.
Etc. Etc.

Then to lunch with Lily and Owen and Pop-Pop. Maybe. If Pop-Pop gets back from the woods in time. Then I'm taking care of Owen for a few hours at his house.
Okay. It's a plan.
I have my knitting and I have a book.

I shall survive.

Wish I had the courage to ask whoever does my pelvic if I could take a picture of her in action to share. That would be a nice shot.

I won't.

Too bad.

Here I go.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. i have a tradition of breast exams on
    halloween. yep. they are all in costumes and one cannot help but laugh, even when the squishing begins.

    you are in the warmest pocket of my heart.

  2. Good luck! You have given birth, you have built a home. You can do this! It's nothing! And then you'll be on that sofa with that boy before you know it.

    About the picture - if it's any consolation quite a few of us will be THINKING of your pelvic exam. Does that help?

  3. At least you go in for tests. I know all about the anxiety, but you are further along. I don't even go in for tests, afraid of results that are no results.
    You are NOT alone in your anxiety, nothing silly about it. Not by far. Brave to express it too. Speaking for all of us other chickens who suffer in silence.

  4. You'll be just great. Did I mention I have to go this afternoon and get my tits stuck in a vice (another damn mammogram). They didn't like something about the first series of mammograms.

    You and I, babe, on a sort of parallel plane.

    I love you.

  5. Amazing how your sense of humor remains intact in such a stressful situation ~ I had to laugh at the thought of taking a photo in that position!

    I feel the same about going to the doctor ~ it even takes courage to make the phone call for the appointment.

    Good luck and I'm glad you have Lily and Owen and maybe Mr. Moon to look forward to afterwards.

  6. thinking of you... you must be done by now and ready to have lunch with your lovely boys. that will be a nice reward.

  7. I always like nurse practitioners better... they don't seem quite as intimidating.
    Have been thinking of you (and reading...)...

  8. I just read your post from last night and you, my dear, and NOT foolish. I am terrified of going to the doctor too and the tests are even worse. I have to go for my pelvic the week after Thanksgiving and I'm trying not to think about it.

  9. I too, am with you. I just wish you'd taken the photo. Yep, it would be good, very good.
    Bless your Heart, Ms. Moon. You are very loved.

  10. I think that both men and women suffer indignities at the hands of their physicians. I wonder if they often go back to their office and ......???

  11. Jo- I did the basics of what had to be done.
    That is all.

    rebecca- What a great idea! I love it! I felt myself in your pocket. Thank-you, love.

    Mwa- I didn't even look myself. Just laid there and let it happen. And why do you think I had my babies at HOME??

    Photocat- It's so reassuring to know that I am NOT alone.

    Ms. Bastard-Beloved- Could we find another reality to share? Please?

    Lulumarie- The phone call takes the MOST courage. Damn.

    Leslie- It was.

    Corinne- This NP wasn't all dripping with the milk of human kindness. Let me just say.

    Lois- We shall not mention it.

    Bethany- And that makes me feel good. Thank-you.

    Laura- I can't even begin to tell you how much that means to me.

    Syd- And do what???!!!


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