Medical professionals...I trust you.

Okay, remarkably the appointment I made with the wonder office twins was actually on the books and I had my biopsy. My husband and I got in our new fangled automobile and found the location of the clinic!

Once there I had a highly uncomfortable cervical biopsy. I was doing okay and the procedure was over and the doctor asked me to sit up. He told me the customary that I did very well, its a very uncomfortable procedure...blah, blah, blah. I'm still sitting at the edge of the exam table with that stupid paper sheet covering me feeling mildly uncomfortable when he reaches over to a little clear cup with little chunks of bloody tissue and holds it up and says, 'okay, here's the tissues we took...' at that point the room began to spin and I said, 'I think I'm going to pass out' and a look of instant alarm passed over his face and the nurse's. The nurse instantly reclines me back onto the table. The nurse fusses over me and they both finally leave. What I felt like saying is- "look, I don't want to see the little bloody chunks of my cervix!! I don't want to see my insides on the outside of me in a little cup EVER! That stuff creeps me the hell out!"

Besides, you're the doctor, you're the one with all the medical training- I TRUST YOU. You don't need to show me your work. I'm not your math teacher.

I was never into that. I can't stand that stuff. I can't even watch dental procedures on TV. Perhaps I'm wrong and should have inspected those tissue samples, but no, he's the doctor I'm sure he took whatever he needed. Also, I hate medical instruments. The second time I almost passed out was when I was getting dressed in saw all the metal instruments in the sink. YUCK.

Anyway, the good news was that everything looks quite mild and good and I will probably have to have a somewhat larger chunk of my cervix removed. (I think I will make it pretty clear I don't need to see that either!) The biopsy results come in next week, but the doctor seemed very optimistic.

In happier news J and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary. We went to a fun fondue restaurant called "The Melting Pot" - it was pretty cool. It was nice to just go out and have a good time over dinner.

My fabulous daughter has truly crossed over in to teenager-dom. Her friends are front and center, they are either here or she is with them or she is instant messaging them on My Space or she is texting them on the phone. I used to call My Space "the my space" as in "Allie are you on the my space?"

Allie gave me the true look of contempt that only a true teenager can and said "MOM- it just 'my space' not 'the my space' GOD!"

At that moment I knew- I knew I had passed into the years of being an embarassment, a person that she will roll her eyes at, a person who seems very out of touch, strange, OLD.

She still gives me a very meager portion of the old affection and she's a lot more relaxed with me when we're home alone, but still....