As I prepare myself for the visit with He-Who-Touches-My-Undercarriage, I SWEAR, I hope this video catheter is no where near the size of the one I have photographed between my ears...
...yes, I am anxious and nervous.
Not only about yet this, another procedure, but also about what it is we will be speaking about once all data has been collected.
Am not really in a place to have to listen to bad and or sad news. I have enough of this drama in my life now. Too many illnesses, too many doctors and nurses and just too pills of varying shapes, sizes and colours.
These procedures are not only painful and or uncomfortable, these are also invasive and go way and far beyond what I consider common courtesy and respect. It just is not normal to have other Folks handling my junk. Most of all not normal to have folks inserting objects into both my junk and my rear bumper...
...suppose this is par for the course. I just can't stand it! EVERYTIME, I am handled or have objects inserted, I am flooded with memories and flashbacks. Shit! I've dealt with these issues all of my fucking life and had reached a point where I knew what to avoid or what to do to keep me from "going there". When this is brought about by sources out of my reach or control - my innards begin to fight and my mind goes in all Four Directions at one time.
I reckon once this is completed and done this afternoon, I will be done with it. No matter what the outcome or results. This is it...
...no more...
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