Today I had a follow-up appointment with my gynecologist on an ultrasound I had 2 weeks ago. I was shaking in my boots that he wanted to see me, rather than just talk to me on the phone. He thought I had polyps, which was the reason for the ultrasound. As suspected, I have polyps in my uterus. I have to have surgery to have them removed. Hip, hip hooray! And… I have to be put under to have it done. Ugh. I don’t like to be put under. It makes me nervous and I feel super groggy when I wake up. Also, it makes my daughter freak out. Just what I don’t need right now. He has assured me that out of the thousands of polyps he has removed, he has never had one be cancerous, so he has told me not to worry. I hope he is right.
Then I got home and one of my kittens who is only a year old walks toward me and she is limping. The poor baby! I thought I noticed a slight limp over the last week or so, but I couldn’t really tell and she was playing, running, and acting totally normal. Today it was a definite limp and she was holding up her right front paw and just looked sad. Terrific. Luckily, I got an appointment with the vet tomorrow morning, so I have to keep the other one from tackling her and rolling across the floor with her for the rest of the day.
I hope my daughter doesn’t come home from school with any drastic school mishaps today. Thank goodness she has 5 days off for the holiday. It should be a welcome relief for her from homework and annoying kids.