Misha had to take me to the ER last night. I had a cyst down there that was making life miserable. It's a common enough thing, not a disease, not infectious, just a slight malfunction of a tiny glad that result in me feeling like there's a very tender golf ball in my pants connected to acute pain sensors. No good at all. They injected demerol in my ass before they novacained the hell out my entire vulva and then proceeded to cut into my labia with a scalpel. Christ almightly. That's enough suffering for one evening, is it not?
The demerol made my head all wonky and every time the doctors left the room while they were prepping, I would fall asleep and then be startled to wake and find myself in a doctor's office. I've been on vicodin all day today, bubbling over with nonsensical musings. It still feel pain despite the painkillers, it just seems that I don't care about it much.
I'll be fine, defintely, but the only sex I'll be writing about for a while will be the stuff of fantasies. This little girl is out of commision.