…for another year. After 5 long years of not dealing with my reproductive health, I finally got myself together and saw a gyn. His office happens to be right next to my psychiatrists office.
I wasn’t planning on the full exam, but the small rational voice in my head said do it. And as much as I love Melanie, I don’t want to join her any time soon.
I left the gyn’s office a sobbing mess and immediately was able to see Dr. P. IV Valium, here we come. That shit burns going in. But at least this time the nurse used a larger vein.
All day I felt myself slipping back into the past. Luckily Monday’s are my full teaching load day, so it was harder to fall into flashbacks.
I feel all weird and a bit sore. But I did it. And that’s a big accomplishment for me.