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In other news, the girls are still liking their new school but have come to the realization that summer REALLY is over. So have I. Now I wake up early, make lunches, walk them to and from school, lather, rinse and repeat. Truthfully, I find the new regime kinda weird. Weird in that no one wants to visit or talk about anything boring like the weather. Such a far cry difference from where I was last year at this time. It was both a blessing and a curse. If I was feeling down or just plain shitty, I couldn't run away. Now, I don't have to worry about it. Now, I'm just another fat mother (fucker) on the playground who is waiting for the morning bell. Lately I've been wanting to scream at some of the other mothers, "Look at me! Come on now! Peace out, bitches!" Right now, this grind is totally uninspiring for me.
I went to the lady bits doc today. This was the first visit since my last doctor up and left me for beautiful mountains and calm waters. This dude is very nice but seriously, a novice. I know I'm fat but hells bells, it doesn't take 15 minutes to get the speculum in. I'm no fatter than I have been for the past three year and my inverted backwards uterus hasn't changed positions lately. My old doctor never had a problem. At one point I said, "just shove it up there, okay?" The diddling down reminded my high school. Actually, college. My high school boyfriend was better than this dude though, to be fair, he never used a speculum.
I really can't see me going through menopause with this whipper-snapper. Not to count he is a man who doesn't have a clue what a heavy period actually might be or what cramps feel like. Even the most sensitive man doesn't really "get" what a woman goes through. And frankly, I think men who act like they are sensitive aren't. It's all a ploy. Just to mess us up further.
Okay, I'm guessing I need to start back on my Prozac because I'm feeling awfully stabby these days. Who doesn't feel stabby after Gyno visits?