Ramen Noodle Day

I knew today was going to be shit-I even hesitated leaving our house as I was pulling out of the driveway. There was no jingling noise from my wrist, no extra weight on my right hand ring finger, (I never wear a ring on my left one), not a semi precious stone or a fucking crystal to be seen. Somehow, wearing a little bit of turquoise, maybe a moonstone, or some other stone makes me feel like some of the bad things I'll encounter throughout the day will be absorbed. But today... no gems=bad day.

It's never a good start when you have to sit through a work presentation, especially about something you're obligated by contract to participate in, like chaperoning a bunch of adolescent preteens to one of the largest malls in the world while being severely under-caffeinated. If my goddamn dishwasher hadn't broken two weeks ago, I would probably have more portable mug choices and not be using the smaller Hello Kitty tumbler I got for Valentine's Day this year, but fuck, it's cute.

All of a sudden it's somehow 11:30am and a socially awkward, balding, and drabby dressed man pops in behind me. Here's my sub for the afternoon so I can go to my doctor's appointment because I swear something is wrong with my vagina. It just feels, off. I give him the run down, can smell his fear of being in front of 36 wild pre teens, and head out.

My doctor appointment, if you could even call it that. The nurse's anxiety could be sensed by Helen Keller. She takes me down two hallways trying to find an empty room. When we finally get to a hopefully sanitized room, I plop down in the stiff office chair and fill the nurse in on the details of my situation. She nonchalantly asks what kind of antibiotics I like. Um, last time I checked, I didn't have my pharmaceutical degree, license, whatever, and I don't know which one works? Also, why do I need them? Can she just look at me and tell me I have an STI or a rare condition? My doctor is apparently all booked, and they just want to get me started on something.

First off, I thought I was at a doctor's appointment-isn't that what I made?

Secondly, can I get a test done? A swab? Something?

Third, can she shut the fucking door? I'm pretty sure the woman across has now heard my whole month long ordeal.

Eventually, doc comes in, I give her my recap of the my mystery vag pain, and get some tests ordered.

https://a.co/d/hxfWXWa (Link to a big ass box of Ramen)

Pee is clean and now she wants blood. I HATE getting blood drawn. I should've worn that god damn ring this morning.

I'm back in my car, bawling.

I need to be easier on myself. I got blood drawn, I didn't faint, and it's done. I did it.

Give yourself some grace, I say to myself.

Pick little dude up from school- right on time, awesome.

He's hungry and thirsty when we get home.

I bought all of these groceries for a big dinner but when I open up the pantry to grab all of the ingredients, I spot the big Costco size package of Ramen Noodles on the shelf. A 1 hour cooking show in my kitchen after a shit day, or a 5 minute package of noodles, a blanket, and snuggles on the couch? I'm done. That's enough.

It's a Ramen Noodle day.

(Also, my vag is fine, I started my period today).