I am gynecologically poked.

Also hematologically poked. Though at least that wasn't as godawful as it gets sometimes.

Blergh. And I stink of doctor's office soap.

But at least the Saga Of Getting A Doctor's Appointment is done for the next year or so.

And the doc didn't provoke me into sarcasm about the poly thing. Whenever I have a comeback prepped, I don't get an opening. At least she's not being abrasive about it anymore.

. . . okay, I wasn't hearing things when I thought teinedreugan said we now have a battery-operated pepper mill . . . .

Addendum: With a light.