Alright. I don't have much time because I sit awaiting transport to see She-Who-Snips-And-Cuts.
No, I am not afraid although am apprehensive. I share an honest to Gods Truth right now. I never ever visit She-Who-Snips and do not leave without a stitch or two tightly strung to some part of my body or this one. Or that piece of me that has been removed and is now in that specimen tube. Yes, I know they're called laboratory test tubes. My sister Anna Bella is a Test Tube Baby. No, not really, but I've always wanted to call her that. New Nick Name Notice!
Right. There has been two or four new "C" spots pop up since our last face to face. At the rate these shits are popping up we'll be able to play connect the dot's real soon. Um, wait. I think we can do that right now actually. Oh, how I amuse myself, I tell ya.
Even though I have approximately .50 hour until my "Be Ready" for the Little Blue Bus, I have an anticipation that is building up in my core. I reckon I do feel excited about 'busting out' and all, but there's also a state of anxiety that's brewing. I believe it to be overly concerned about missing my transport to see Doctor. That's considered a "No Show", and I be damned Honey's. That's just not where I come from. Seen.
I am probably going overboard with the too much self evaluation. Over analyze stuff. Me?
I have had my shower, shaved and shined my butt for the visit. There is One thing my multi physician's are well aware of and that is they know that I know, this patient is not gong to leave a funk in any body's examination or procedure room. Shit, before surgeries I sterilize myself! No! I mean, YES! I do. I'm one of them sort, you see?
I am in heat in this awesome and gorgeous Florida Sunshine. God, yes. And that's correct, I said I am in heat. I'm going to ride my Little Blue Bus and leave my fresh and so clean, clean scent everywhere I go. Botswana!
I mean really, it's not like that shit works anymore.
I'm off to see my dearest She-Who-Snips-And-Cuts! Hip! Hip!
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