A medical marvel

So not only is my uterus "way back there" (according to my psycho ex-doctor who gave me pap smears all the freakin' time), but I also have an "amazingly low-pressure" bladder! Apparently, it just keeps stretching and stretching! What other embarrassingly private information can I tell you about my body? What can I say? I am fearfully and wonderfully made!

I was sitting in the hospital's waiting room waiting for my "procedure," when I noticed the receptionist answer a phone call. She then turned to the woman she was currently helping and said, "Hang on. Let me get this little girl to her prep room." I looked around the room for a little girl but didn't find one. And then she walked over to me! I'm the little girl! See, I'm not complaining at all about being called a little girl but I am 26, for goodness sake. I've got lines around my eyes and in my forehead and, oh crap, I'm getting scowl lines as well. People usually mistake me for a soccer mom. When I was a junior in high school, Megan (5 years younger than I) had a soccer coach who thought I was her mother! People always think my older sister is younger than me. So I guess I should feel good about it. Oh well. It just struck me as odd. I feel like I'm 60.

PS - When I was having the testing done, the doctor shoved a TV screen in my face and pointed out a big, pink, blobby thing. It was the inside of my bladder! How disgusting is that! I got to see the blood vessels, the openings to the kidneys, some scarring, and other lumpy things. He just kept saying, "Your bladder is very healthy" and I kept saying "This is nasty... This is nasty... This is soooo nasty."