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thehefnerIs it a lump, or is that supposed to be there? Am I peeing too frequently, or do I just drink too much water? Is that supposed to be aching dully a little bit, or am I just so paranoid that I'm imagining it? Am I feeling the occasional cramp there because I wear my pants too tightly, or is there another reason? Why do I go through occasional periods of burning there if it's not an infection, as the free college lab results said it wasn't? How long have I ignored or not even thought twice about all these things, and am I going to seriously reget it?
I don't know, because since I turned 22 it seems I don't have health insurance. Gordon and Ma just got the GEHA form and are gonna try to get it processed as soon as possible. And then get me to a doctor. I hope to God they can get it soon, because we can't afford to pay out of pocket. We're not only poor, but she was forced to buy a new car, and now we're even further in debt.
Little concerned here. As always, the waiting is the hardest part. It doesn't help that a friend of mine is dealing with a serious bout of cancer (is that even the correct way to say it? Aw, you know what I mean), so now it's put mortality and fear in my mind. Nor did that episode of Robot Chicken where Optimus Prime got prostate cancer. Leave it to me to get paranoid from Robot Chicken.
Hey, if this does turn out to be serious, look at the bright side. I won't be angsting about women anymore.
I don't know, because since I turned 22 it seems I don't have health insurance. Gordon and Ma just got the GEHA form and are gonna try to get it processed as soon as possible. And then get me to a doctor. I hope to God they can get it soon, because we can't afford to pay out of pocket. We're not only poor, but she was forced to buy a new car, and now we're even further in debt.
Little concerned here. As always, the waiting is the hardest part. It doesn't help that a friend of mine is dealing with a serious bout of cancer (is that even the correct way to say it? Aw, you know what I mean), so now it's put mortality and fear in my mind. Nor did that episode of Robot Chicken where Optimus Prime got prostate cancer. Leave it to me to get paranoid from Robot Chicken.
Hey, if this does turn out to be serious, look at the bright side. I won't be angsting about women anymore.
