If This Is TMI, Forgive Me But It's All Real And What Women Do

Guess what I did today? No, I didn't get a mammogram. I had one of those fairly recently. I went for my yearly pap which I guess I still need because I'm on the hormones. I was completely stressed out all day before my appointment which was at 3:30 because that is what I do and how I do it. Once the weighing and blood pressure were taken care of though, I was pretty much fine. I like my Ob-Gyn and he never makes me feel uncomfortable, plus we have some nice chats. Both of us have appointments with Dr. Zorn on Friday, he at 8:00, me at 10:30, and so we discussed him and how both of our entire families go to him as our GP's. My gyn said he's known him since he was a kid which makes sense because Dr. Zorn's dad and uncle were both surgeons in this town. He also said that Baby Zorn, as the nurses sometimes call him, is one of the smartest people he's ever met and if that doesn't spark confidence, I don't know what would. 
So that all went well. 
I took the picture because this was the first exam room I'd ever been in that had a tiny dressing area with a curtain that closed as well as a mirror. For those of you who have never had a pelvic exam, you have to get out of your clothes and into a gown, paper these days, and wait for the doctor to come in. You also are required to fold your clothes and stack them so that your underwear is on the bottom because god forbid that the doctor who is about to put a speculum in your most feminine of places should see what sort of panties you wear and what condition they are in. There really isn't a requirement but I think that probably 100% of women do this. 
Last year I tore my paper gown before the exam which I will probably never get over because it was impossible to preserve my modesty although as with the speculum, there is no modesty left to preserve after all is said and done as the doctor does a breast exam as well. Today, however, I handled my paper gown with respect and care and so it was all in one piece which made me feel better about things. 

That stained glass window was a nice touch. It gives the patient something to look at as they are being invaded and having cells scraped. 
The whole appointment took probably less than fifteen minutes and that included another chat involving the doctor's plan to possibly retire soon so that he and his wife can go travel. I told him he should. 

Now I am waiting for Mr. Moon to get home. His plane should be landing in Tallahassee very soon and then he'll have about a forty-five minute drive home. Or less. The fact that he's getting home has also caused some anxiety. What would I cook him for supper? Oh Lord. That's pretty lame, isn't it? But it's more than that, it's a roiling of the  waters of calm and solitude, another opportunity for me to wonder if he will still love me, if he will still like me, if I will still like him!
I go through this every time without fail. Forty-one years on and still I do. I'd say I was a drama queen and perhaps I am but I am also the queen of expecting the worst possible outcomes in all situations. 
La-di-dah. As with my fear of medical appointments, this is me. 

Due to the appointment and having laundry to fold and so on and so forth, I've skipped answering comments and I am sorry about that but I am done with panic for one day and trying to fit it all in would definitely agitate the fuck out of me. I've picked salad greens and now I must boil eggs and shrimp, chop vegetables and cook the pasta that goes in the salad, as well as peeling and cutting up the shrimp after I've boiled them and making the goop that is the salad dressing. I always forget how long all of this takes. One would think that making a salad would be quick and easy but one would be wrong. 

Okay. So here's another picture of me. 

Two in one day! Am I becoming a complete narcissist?
Those are the Levi's I ordered last week which came today. These are real jeans without stretch in them and they are 501's so they button instead of zip and although they are still a tiny bit too tight for complete and utter comfort in the waist, I have faith they won't be for much longer. They are also very baggy in the hips and thighs because this is how I am made and age has not changed that except to make it worse. I sent the picture to Jessie and she tells me that the baggy thing is in style now and that she likes them so I am glad to get her approval. 
Sorry about the expression on my face. I look like, well, I don't even know what I look like, but so what? As the gyn said today after the exam, there is no magic potion to stop the process of aging. 
Just what you want to hear from your gynecologist. Am I right? Well, he is aging too and I'm sure he realizes that, thus the desire to retire, and it didn't make me feel too bad. Not really. Maybe a little bit. 

Glen just texted that his plane has landed. I better get busy with the salad. I have told Maurice that the dad human is coming home. Once again she pretended that she neither understood what I had said nor did she care about what I'd said which of course she understood.  

Pottery tomorrow. Yes, I am abandoning my husband who is just returning after two weeks away but I feel he will probably forgive me. That man has a lot to catch up on and I'm not just talking about kisses. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. I just realized there is a toilet in the background of the third picture. 
Sigh.
Well, we all have toilets if we are lucky. And we here at Casa Luna definitely are.