Got a call from Dr. Stein's office. It seems it is possible to have a D and C, have an ablation, and have a hysterectomy, and STILL GET YOUR PERIODS every month. Cause, if that is going to happen, it is going to happen to me. Because they did not take my cervix, it is possible that they left just a TEENY TINY bit of uterus on the cervix. They did a bunch of blood work on me, and because I am still so young, my horomones are exactly what they should be for a woman my age. Healthy, vital, of child bearing years. Because I still have my ovaries, I ovulate. Obviously. If there is even a hint of uteran tissue on top of my cervix, it is going to produce a lining in response to my estrogen and progestrogen levels. Which means I have lining that needs to be sluffed off every month. Hence, a period. OF ALL THE *&%$#@! THINGS. You have got to be shitting me. Whatever. It lasted 2 full days over Friday and Saturday. I had some of it Thursday afternoon and evening. It was enough to warrent a panty liner. Whatever. Just...whatever.

Got my test results back from management. I don't want to talk about it. I still have a B in the class, so I really don't care. I think I have a B. If I can do better on the next test, it will still be a B. Huh. School sucks. I am ready to do something else for a while. I am so burned out on school. I really do need a change. Badly. I need a vacation. That St. Somewhere is starting to sound really, really good.

My living room is still clean. The carpet...is still clean. Watch I say that (because I am on campus writing this) and when I get home, there will be shit on the carpet. All because I said that things in that department were going better. I just jinxed myself, I can feel it. Let's hope not though. I am feeling jaded today, can you tell? It's that whole period thing talking.

Maybe it's the fact that I miss Brannon so much right now. We just hardly get to see each other. It makes me crabby. Really, very, very crabby. He's crack. I'm telling ya, if I don't get my Brannon fix, I start going through withdrawls. It's ugly.

The sun is shining. That does improve my mood. I'll take it.

I am just bitching here, and no one needs to hear that. I guess I'll go to my marketing class. Fun. But...not.