Thursday, August 14, 2008

by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes

The traitor is my body. It betrays me once again.

Something may be growing inside of me. And it ain't a baby, despite the pregnant-looking tummy.

It's nothing to worry about, nothing at all. We're just doing a few tests to be sure.


Pelvic sonogram.

From blood clots to ....

My body has never been my friend.

(the enid, something wicked this way comes)

1 comment:

curious said...

I hope all is well... keep us posted.