I feel utterly lazy.  I shouldn’t.  I worked all day.  But now I’m flopped out in the bed with the bug, my laptop, some coffee, the iPhone, all curled under a blanky and being a bum.

I’m crampy, damn it.

I had to go for another colposcopy  yesterday after yet another abnormal pap so they magnified my cervix, took a chunk, shoved a wire brush up it (twice, cuz the nurse dropped the first one!) then did a endometrial biopsy just for good measure.

My insides feel like so much raw meat, I tell you.

So I’m doing what any smart girl would do and chillin’.  But I feel guilt.  No sex for a week or so because of all this, plus being lazy, and I’m left feeling like I’m failing somehow.

Not that Taylor makes me feel that way.  Hell, he’s not even home!  But my inner “uber submissive” feels guilt when she’s unproductive and plans to serve warmed over sausage for dinner while she lays about in bed.

What can I say?  She’s a dunce.

And that’s all I’ve got, really.  After my trip to the doctor, about two hours after I was home, I started to feel flu-y and that, on top of the crampy crap, is sucking.

And why is it that flu symptoms are always worse at night, huh?

The teen is up north for the weekend with his girlfriend and her family and here I am, no sex, cramps, feeling poopy.

Meh.  The time sans teen is nice.  The rest sort of sucks.  And then there’s the…  oh my god, they’ll have more sex! thing.  Lol.  Though, really, I don’t think they will.

Just a notice for those who don’t like to read them, btw, I’ll likely be posting a ton of reviews this weekend.  I’m behind, as usual, and feel bad.

Hope everyone else has a better weekend than I will! :P  And on that note, I’ll stop whining.