I’m taking a break from my dinner preparation:
My children are paying the price of my PMS. And my PMS wants ham.
Beans to work out the PMS bubbles.
Fries, because? Fries.
Where was I? Yes, a break from my dinner preparation to tell you that I received the results from my ultrasound. And I have a polyp in my gallbladder and a fatty liver (is it the ham? I don’t even LIKE ham! PMS likes ham, not me!). The doctor didn’t seem concerned with the findings. In fact, she was aghast and positively non-plussed when I asked if a gallbladder polyp and fatty liver cells should cause concern. And, should we not take a closer look at the polyp? (Not that I want to, because that may involve injectibles, but shouldn’t we?)
And although tonight’s dinner menu suggests otherwise, I’m a healthy eater. So why the fatty liver? Is it the margaritas?
Man! Everything that’s wrong with my life is the fault of my literal and figurative neighbors to the south.