Flapping in the breeze

 

Yesterday, I sat for an hour awaiting the arrival of my doctor.  I was not wearing pants.  All of the necessary instruments etc for my endometrial biopsy were carefully laid out on the counter next to me.  Needless to say it was an excruciating wait, almost worse than the biopsy itself.  I hate those fuckers and I’ve had one about every 4 months for 5 years.  With luck, this one was the last.