My breakup with the Good Doctor may be the shortest lived breakup in history; she called today, begging me to come back. Clearly, she can't live without me.
Ok, actually, she called to let me know that the latest spelunking of the Nether Bits produced a sample that is "suspicious" in that it contains endometrial cells, which, apparently have no business hanging out in that particular region of Cooterville. So, now I get the pleasure of my second endometrial biopsy in two years.
Yes, my second one.
Care to know how the last one went? Please feel free to read all about it. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Now, doesn't that sound exactly like something you would want to experience twice in your lifetime?
I would have been so much less uncomfortable if the Good Doctor had simply missed me.