I have cramps, boy howdy.

Somethin� fierce.

In "cup half-full" news, the cramps are the result of my having started my period a day early, which is just fine by me.

Maybe it hurts so much cuz I just had that...um...you know...pap smear...maybe my innards just got a little irritated.

I must say...my new OB GYN? Dr. Latrice Allen? She�s da bomb*. She didn�t hurt me one bit. Gotta love her. Of course, she looked to be about half my age, but I assume she actually graduated from college and has the appropriate doctorates and all...

Sadly, she had "no idea" what this lump in my breast is all about. Well, can�t fault her honesty. She referred me to a "Breast Surgeon" (and no, I had no idea there was such a thing, either). She called them and fought to get me in a.s.a.p. (they wanted me to have a Mammogram first, of course. However, that appointment would have taken like 2-3 more weeks and Dr. Allen thought I should be seen way before then. I concur, wholeheartedly) so they booked me an appointment tomorrow at 4:30.

To sum up: my boob still hurts and still has a lump. I have an appointment tomorrow at which I assume they will either biopsy it or lance and drain it, depending on just what the fuck it really is.

Doesn�t that sound attractive?

In better news...

Man, I had me some awesome sex over the weekend!

Oh yeah. John was there, too.

You know...this stuff about sex getting boring after a few years with the same person? Total baloney.

OK granted, I have the added advantage of not seeing my Significant Other all week. Therefore, by the time we get at each other on Friday night/Saturday morning, we are horny as all hell. However, I would think many couples, just by virtue of having jobs and kids and assorted wackiness going on all week, don�t get the chance to have sex until the weekends. Somehow, based on all of the magazine articles and t.v. shows with topics such as "Keeping Your Sex Life a Happy One, Even After Death...oops, I mean Marriage", I get the feeling that an awful lot of couples have a problem fanning the fires after a certain amount of time. And also...even before he moved up north, John and I had a great sex life. And I mean, come on...we only have five days apart, generally. The horniness factor is there, but it�s not dire by that point.

You had to know there was a reason John was still in my life, right?

OK, that�s not the only reason...but honestly, if you took the great sex out of the equation...well...*ahem* I don�t know that we�d still be involved. Perhaps...One never knows...Happily, I don�t have to find out right now.

Anyway, so there is hope for all of you people who are afraid the fire will die out after but a few short years. It doesn�t have to happen. :)

*And yes, I really did just use the phrase: Da Bomb.

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