I am gynecologically poked.

[kiya]

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.

Comments

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

Congrats on not requiring sarcasm! What comeback did you have ready?

And congrats on having a battery operated pepper mill with a light!

[kiya]

If she'd come at me with the expected implication failing to distinguish between nonmonogamy and flaming high-risk promiscuity, I was going to answer with, "No, I haven't gotten a divorce since last we spoke."

I am . . . perplexed . . . by the pepper mill.

[suzanne.livejournal.com]

I just made my round of updating my doctor-appointment calendars. The good news is that I don't have any more appointments until next year! The conclusion I came to though was that I have entirely too many doctors. I'm not that unhealthy. Am I?

*hugs* I hope the pepper mill ceases being perplexing.

*ponders* Actually, I take that back. Electric-lighted pepper mills should /always/ be perplexing.

suzi