waiting

… waiting …

Nothing i hate more, i guess. But in a doctor’s office is even worse. The nurses often have a little more candor than one might want.

[time passes]

Anyway I’ve just had to tell a grown woman that I have a hemorrhoid. And had to tell whether it’s bleeding or just painful. Now I know why old people can get away with telling hospital visit stories — we expect it of them. I feel so odd, at 29, having this experience. Oh well, c’est la vie. And yeah since I’ve now told 3 strangers, I figure I can type it in my journal for the world to see. After careful thought, I think the reason no one talks about hemorrhoids isn’t ‘cos of what they are so much as where you get them. It’s quite literally, a pain in the ass.