...only at your gyno's office. I can't believe it's been a week since I last posted which only goes to show that I've been doing my doody instead of having creative fun. I finished my three week (not every day by any means) painting job, very rewarding. Then the summer schedule kicked in with daily swimming lessons starting Monday. On Wednesday I was lucky enough to have what I was distractedly calling "my spa treatment" which was really a procedure at the gyno's office which involved a position similar to this one. That was the comfortable part. Next part of the fun and games is getting to have a little surgery in a couple of weeks. I have an honest-to-goodness needle phobia so I'm really going to milk this thing as much as possible. Oh the pain I'll have to endure, etc. Don't tell hubby it's just outpatient and I'm supposed to be able to go surfing that afternoon. Yeah well, I've heard the same thing about vasectomies too, and if you can hold a bag of frozen peas in your wet suit while surfing, go for it. I've never know a man who'd had one that wanted to do much but bond with any frozen vegetable for a while. Anyway, I'm gonna need a lot of distracting time in my studio making art to keep my mind off of the impending poo poo. Yippie for the milking...
