Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

May Day

Bread baking, soup making, carrot muffin baking, Shango Tree decorating and other versions of (oral) phallic worship will just have to wait until AFTER my doctor's appointment at three thirty this afternoon.

(After sitting on my medical test results (biopsy, endoscopy and manometry) for almost six months the NHS finally got their shit together enough to release the data. Today? Today's the day I finally sit down with a specialist in the hopes that three years of mysterious symptoms will finally be explained.)

(In all honesty? Due to my supernatural ability to jinx ever situation I'm in I'm totally prepared to hear "WE'RE BAFFLED, WE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU" from the doctor. <- THAT'S ONLY PARTIALLY TRUE, THE ENDOSCOPY SHOWED A HIATAL HERNIA, AND ONE OF THE MANOMETRY RESULTS REVEALED A VERY WEAK SMOOTH MUSCLE IN MY STOMACH.)