Test Results

This morning Dr. Bone's nurse called me to let me know that the results from all of my lab work were in; the results were consistent with the diagnoses of polycystic ovaries. That's good news, better than hearing that I have endometriosis or ovarian cancer, but it still means that I may have undergo a hysterectomy very soon and I'll definitely need one before I'm thirty.

I've been having a lot of pain today, but I was still planning on going out and getting some things done. However, I've stayed home because I have no idea where my keys are... I think they're in Allen's* car, but he's at work so that does me little good. Poo. I'm tired of being at home!

Cleanliness

I've always been disorganized and messy, but since we moved into our home I find that I feel like I can barely hang onto my sanity if the house is a mess. This has not kept the house clean, by any means, but I feel deeply relieved now that the kitchen is clean again; it didn't take very long, I did the counters and stove and Allen* swept and Swiffered the floor, but I sometimes put it off like it's as unbearable as crucifixion. Now I just need to get the hall and bathroom floors clean and the house will be in good order, but the trick (one which I haven't quite learned yet) is to keep it clean. It doesn't help that I'm in a lot of physical pain most of the time now, it's hard for me to get around and I get tired easily, but I'm aware that it's mainly my procrastination and perfectionism to blame.

While lying on the sofa with a heating pad on my abdomen I had a long talk via phone with tragicwhore who called me up out of the blue; I was glad to hear from him, we don't see eachother nearly enough, and it was a fun conversation that got me caught up on a lot of local gossip.

( How Much Blood Can One Uterus Hold? It's Thoughts Like This That Make Me Nervous... )