Health

This Thursday, Valentine's Day, I am having a "cone biopsy" of my cervix and a biopsy of my endometrial lining.
Sure, I'm amused by the irony. Anyone who knows me well would know that about me. There will always be something amusing about ANY situation.
However, I'm scared. It's surgery. That's scary. I'm going to be knocked out. Then there will be pain. I don't even know if I'll be able to go to work the following day. We shall see.
The long-term effects of this surgery are what scare me most, though. There is a possibility of pregnancy complications down the line. Carrying a baby to full term might be tricky. So there's that to consider. I've been saying for years that I don't really want to give birth ever, but I'd like to be healthy and have that option. But adopting is nice too. I've thought it out quite a bit.
I can't think about this any more tonight. It's making me nervous-sick.

The stress of this past year has officially taken a toll on my health.