3-month followup

I really haven’t felt much like writing lately, and I feel bad about that. Not because I’m suffering any delusions that I’m letting down the two of you that visit my blog on occasion; it’s more that I feel ashamed for not making myself suffer, powering through my creative block until something forces its way to the top. Art should hurt, shouldn’t it? If it wasn’t excruciating to produce, it doesn’t really count, right?

Ugh.

Work is kicking my butt, and my always-laid-back boss has said that the theme for April is going to be “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.” I’m sensing much overtime in my immediate future.

Brittney has inspired me to try and find silver linings in lemons (pardon my mixed metaphor, har-d-har), so I will say that being busy is much better than being bored, and that May is looking like it won’t be nearly as bad. Plus, my boss has hard-coded a happy hour into our schedule for the end of April, so there is that to look forward to.

Today (squeamish warning: stop reading here) I had another sonogram, so my doctor could inspect my inner girly bits. It turns out that my right ovary is totally cyst-free, and my left one only has two small cysts, which are both well within the range of normal. Also, since I began hormonal birth control in January, my periods have been half as long and half as heavy (thank god!) and right on schedule. I wasn’t wild about taking The Pill, but I am feeling soooo much better (physically and mentally) that I guess it was probably the right thing to do.