I was sitting here trying to get ready for bed, and I became preoccupied. I got lost in my thoughts about tomorrow. I'm having a pelvic ultrasound tomorrow. They are trying to find out if I'm going into premature menopause, Now I'm kind of okay with that, I'm done procreating, no more children from this oven. It's just that I'm worried about the procedure and procedure's usually don't bother me. For some reason, I'm pre-occupied with the thought that it's more than that. Like I need anything else to be wrong with me, but that just seems like a excuse. Like it's too simple and yet I want it to be that simple. I'm a complete mess.
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