11.02.01
My intent was to use my last personal day to get the 9-month oil change done on the car, and the 12-month peek-and-poke done on the girly bits.
The girly bits had seemed to all be back in working order last month, after a prolonged period (ahem) of fritzishness, but the absence of certain messy but scheduled reminders of my womanhood brought back to mind the fact that the yearly check-up time was soon drawing near. Of course, certain messy reminders have decided to come unscheduled, interfering with my plans.
Stupid cramps.
Stupid bloating.
Stupid mucking up of my already overloaded schedule.
I suppose that I can try next Friday morning, should the doctor be in and available.
At least the car is more reliable and less apt to sprout inappropriately messy leaks.
