Tomorrow I go to have my uncooperative lady-parts stared at most exceedingly thoroughly in a darkened room. With sound-waves. And a probe. Gah. For this I miss an afternoon’s work. Which involved having to explain that I really did need the afternoon off in a big needy sort of way. And, err, it was a medical thing, so no, I can’t go next week instead. And then I did a hard stare which dared them to ask what kind of medical thing.
Which they didn’t.
My stare is getting pretty diamond by now.
What’s the odds I have another of those inconvenient sudden bleeds at some embarrassing point or other? she added thoughtfully, swallowing two more Tranexamic Acid tablets.