I know the weepiness is because I was stressed and because I'm still stressed and don't understand what the results really mean -- am I just a great big fat hypochondriac, or is there actually something real causing my pain, because I feel like it could be either -- and I'm embarassed that I can't even operate a CHAIR properly.

UGH, Teppy. I'm sorry about the tumble. Totally the last thing you needed.

Can you sneak out during prayer time and get a beer?

{{{{Tep}}}} Have that beer at your desk. By Emperical Decree.

For Tep

I'm sorry it's been such a crap-ass stressed-out day, Steph.

Also for Tep

Did she say how big the cyst is? Since I just went thru The Great Cyst Caper of Ought Eight, what my gyno told me is that if a cyst had good edges (think skin melanoma watching advice) and it's under 6 cm, the policy is usually watch and see.

I dunno what involuted means. Maybe it's eating your ovary like mine ate mine!

I feel kinda bad, like my mutant ovary contaminated you over the internet. It's all my fault.

Is your gyno supposed to call back this afternoon? I talked to mine right after the ultrasound. I would have hated having to wait.

Also, I have a "full bladder" follow-up dildo ultrasound tomorrow on my other lonely ovary, so I feel ya. GO TEAM DILDO ULTRASOUND!!

Teppy needs a hug.

Or maybe a cathartic spanking, I don't know how she rolls.

I don't know what I need. A nap would be a great start. (I think the Ativan kicked in too late, but now it definitely has and I just want to sleep.)

Can you sneak out during prayer time and get a beer?

Prayer time isn't until tomorrow. Though I have NO doubt that I'll need a beer then, too.

Aww, Teppy. Will it make you feel better to hear about my crying adventures in front of MRI techs?

Poor Tep. You should leave work and have beers.

Though I have NO doubt that I'll need a beer then, too.

You totally need a flask. Ok, not with beer, but you need to be sippy from a flask while they are praying.

Now I want a flask.