*The Break Up*

Sorry I have been MIA. I’ve just been so busy since getting back from my mini vacay.

I have some things to catch you girlies (and guys??) up on. We will start with the break up. It’s sad guys so be prepared.

As I previously mentioned, I went back to the doctor for a crazy pill follow up.  I lost 5 pounds (yay me!). So I’m filling in McSteamy on all my ailments, issues, chronic disease, etc. {He knows my husband so he’s probably caught on that I’m a slight hypochondriac.}

John Paul had already scared me into thinking I have tapeworms since our cat had them. This was followed by a horrendous scare of Staph that my coworker is currently trying to recover from. Needless to say I was completely stressed and overly dramatic and McSteamy just laughed it off. He told me I wasn’t going to die, examined a cancerous tumor on my leg and diagnosed it as a scar, and wrote out my prescription for crazy pills and sent me on my merry way.

While I was leaving he says, “I don’t want to see you for at least 6 months. There’s nothing wrong with you and you aren’t going to die. Go get some acupuncture (he laughs under his breath because I seriously want some acupuncture!) stop by the vet and get de-wormed and only call if you are seriously dying.”

I get to the pharmacy to fill my prescription and there are ELEVEN refills!! I gasp! Break down into sobs and realize that it has happened. McSteamy has broken up with me and I didn’t even know it. The good news is I think I will live to blog another day.

*If McSteamy just so happened to read my little blog here and find out that I refer to him as McSteamy I would have to crawl into a hole and die. The problem is he thinks I might be slightly claustrophobic so I would probably not be able to stay in said hole. Therefore I would have to just lay down and die. Let’s hope he doesn’t read this blog for the sake of all things holy, and my husband’s sanity since he sees my doc at the hospital all. the. time.