I have to go to a gynecological oncologist (say that 10 times fast) for more testing. Blegh! I am SO not psyched about this. Who wants to pay $50 to be poked and prodded?
On a happy note, Mike brought me home a brownie from work yesterday. And I'm pretty sure that a chocolate brownie can fix ANY ailment. :)
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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My friend's dad is a gynecologic oncologist and we used to actually practice saying it really fast.
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