It’s surprising what one small phone call can spark in the memory banks; like throwing a rock in a pond. Before I start this blog … I will say right off … I am great! All good! Pwomise!
So… I had gone to my Women’s Health Doctor yesterday and discovered that since my uterus has been laid to rest.. they no longer need to peer inside the V! WoooHoooo!!! Yet another added bonus of sacrificing that blighted cursed organ! All they wanted to do was examine my boobies. No problem. I had quietly mentioned (almost forgot actually) that when my nipples were squeezed hard enough, milk came out of them. Of course, they had me demonstrate. This led to a blood test. No biggy. I thought it was sort of amusing and alarming at the same time. I went home home and laid it to rest.
The very next day, my doctor calls me directly (okay, yeah that’d be today). She mentioned hormones and how it ties into the brain and now they have me scheduled for an MRI. I’m thinking… “My Mother cannot know about this. She will flip her shit.” She also has a tendency to blame ALL of my problems on a head injury I sustained in the 10th grade. Both marriages. Both divorces. Every bad decision I’ve ever made had something to do with the fact that I busted my head open on a metal door frame. According to her.
It WAS an ugly mess; I’ll give her that. We had to run a mile inside the field house because it was raining outside. They also had the baseball batting nets up, leaving a narrow corridor through which to run. Single file. Two if walking. I was on my last lap, so I was sprinting. My competitive Capricorn nature drove me to try and beat my best time. I rounded the corner and had to break hard because the girl in front of me did not have the same motivation as I had. There was no room to go around and instead of running on top of her my body sailed into the doors on the right, head smashing into the frame.
I staggered around a bit, holding my skull. I assured everyone around me that I would complete the run momentarily. I couldn’t figure out why they were staring. I thought perhaps I should lay down a moment. So I did. Again, I told everyone I was fine and I’d be up lickity split. And again with the stares… sheesh these people. I started to pull my hand away from my head and that’s when they ALL went bananas. The morning announcements began playing “Welcome to the Jungle”, and I saw all that blood.
My mind drifted to my boyfriend and I dropped my hand. I stole his virginity in the courtyard of a high school in broad daylight on a Saturday. I had sent him on a wild scavenger hunt, that day… to find me.
Good times.