Good News And Bad

I finally had a mammogram last weekend. The results came in today. Both boobies are fine. Then today I went to get the results of my diabetes test. Not so good. The doctor said I'm pre-diabetic. Of course, The Man completely freaked out. He thinks I'm practically dying. I'm over weight and a complete couch potato. Diabetes runs deep in my family. It's not like this is a big surprise. Now I have two more pills I get to take, plus I have a new blood testing machine to play with. It's really tiny, not much bigger than a lighter. Plus there's a little stabby machine to prick my finger. It all fits in a little black wallet-looking thing about the size of a camera.

Now all I have to do is get around to seeing a coochie doctor to see if everything down there is okay.