From Hahas for Hoo-has

I’m sharing this on my blog for my friends who don’t follow this group on FB. This is hands down one of the funniest girlie doctor visits I have ever heard about. It’s not gross or detailed in any way— you must give it a read!!

As told on FB:


I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor’s office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, “My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” I didn’t respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal .. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”

Never going back to that doctor again……….. never.



I am thrilled to report that I do not have the Big C and everything is just fine. The specialist is 100% certain that its just a fibroid. What a relief!! Thank you for all of your support this week!

The Next Step

My doctor called me this morning with my ultrasound results, which are still inconclusive. She gave me three choices- wait 6 weeks and do another ultrasound, have an MRI or go to a specialist. She suggested specialist and I agreed.

The dr she referred me to was promptly called by me and the scheduling staff was a bunch of assholes (this is even after I told them why I was being seen). The soonest they could see me would be the end of next week and they wouldn’t even talk scheduling until they got my referral, even though my insurance does not require a referral and I offered to hand deliver the reports to them today. Continue reading

Deep Thoughts- A Personal Entry

Don’t feel obligated to read this at all. Really. I just have some things to get off my chest and this is the best place for me to do it. 🙂

So today I went for my well-woman check up. While there, the PA, who I adore, mentions I hadn’t called her back in regards to my ultrasound results. This immediately caught my attention for two reasons.  One, how could I have missed that? And two, well, they don’t call if everything is okay. Continue reading

ANON Reviews

Oh how I love those!

The latest was on “Hands of Fire”.

Good. Nobody likes Nora anyways.

This should be in the True Blood section.

Nora doesn’t even exist in the SVM world.

She doesn’t? Wow, thanks for the knowledge! *insert sarcasm here* Thanks for the feedback! LOL *eye roll*


I know there has been some curiosity over the title of the story. It will be explained in more detail in the chapters, but to put it bluntly- it’s what I was asked. “Why don’t you turn the machines off?” Imagine turning the machines off on someone in “Jason’s” condition. Or imagine there being no machine at all, which there wasn’t. What did they propose we do? Starve him to death? Because really, that’s the only way to “turn the machine off”. If I sound bitter and raw about this, it’s because I am. Time does not heal all wounds, it just makes them somewhat bearable.

This happened in 1996.