Tuesday I visited a variety of doctors for a variety of reasons.
First was my Primary Care Physician. I thought I might need to go in to get the UTI that wouldn't die, but it seems to be dead (knock on wood). So I got the blood draw to measure my cholesterol. I know those numbers won't come back good. And the Spousal Equivalent's numbers weren't spectacular either. I'll have to watch the diet and lose weight, because I do not want yet another drug added to me regimen!
What does this mean? It means I'm working out when I get home!
Later that afternoon I went to that yearly fun at the lady doctor. The practice I go to is quick about getting people in and out. While there I asked about tubal ligation and the Essure procedure. Yes folks, it's official. I'm cutting off the baby-making capabilities. It's something that I've thought long about, and since I'm 37 and broke, I think the decision is a good one.
Besides, down the road the SE and I want to get a house, and help out the kids that the LGBT Center of Hampton Roads try to find homes for. The poor kids that come out, then are kicked out of their homes.
And now, back to the grind!