Tomorrow I die May 23, 16:00
Or not, depends on who you ask. I’m going in for an ultrasound and there is a very good chance that it will be a transvaginal ultrasound (eek! hence the “I am dying” bit)
Last week I was hobbling around bent over because of intense pain in my pelvis. My Doctor poked and prodded my stomach and told me to make an appointment with X-ray to have a pelvic ultrasound, the appointment was scheduled for Thursday, May 24 at 11:00am.
Fortunately for me it’s probably a cyst (the sudden intense pain being the cyst rupturing) and hopefully that is all that will come up with the ultrasound. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about what is going to happen tomorrow, once I get sick I tend to think the worst of the situation.
The examination and baring myself to the world isn’t what is bothering me, I’m really more worried about the results and whether or not I’ll have to have surgery, or that it’s something more serious than a cyst (don’t ask me what, my imagination tends to gloss over things like that). It’s probably some rare disease that targets people named Becky (just my luck, eh).
So if I don’t come back tomorrow then I’m dead. My last will and testament is unchanged, with exception to the bookmarks: I now have around 3,000 in all (most of them I converted over to online bookmarks).
But never fear, I will be back tomorrow and I’ll feel very stupid for worrying myself sick over all this. Oh and telling all of you how truly weird I really am, I’ll probably deny ever writing this and you probably won’t believe me ;)
Hi I'm Becky, often referred to as The Knitting Hillbilly and Pussybear, owner of this site and general nuisance. I'm a knitter, serial complainer, known whistle blower and I run the ever popular