First thing this morning I’m getting cozy with an xray machine and some radiopaque dye. Hoo boy, y’all, my cervix is having a hell of a day. I’ll bet I’m the first person to say cervix to you today. Hot damn. It’s going to be a good one.
That said, I’m still on track for normalcy which I’m totally digging because, really, who doesn’t like to be told their body works exactly like it’s supposed to? As someone who has first-hand experience with brain surgery and melanoma, being told I’m normal is just about the best thing ever. The taciturn nurse who delivered the most recent test results (for estradiol and follicle stimulating hormone, a classy 36.6 and 7.1 respectively) even went so far as to use the word “good.” Bless her heart, because good results are exactly what I’ll be thinking about when I’m draped in a sheet hoping that this last test follows suit.