Monday, April 13, 2009

2 weeks or 14 days or 336 hours

No yoga, no weights, no running, no stairmaster, no heavy lifting. And no sex, obviously.
I'm going nutso.

Fact: what would be a vacation if it was self-imposed is frustrating since it's imposed by the gods at Planned Parenthood.

My follow-up is for next Monday, and if the gods deem it right, I'll also get my IUD. And I'll be able to work out.

I feel FINE. Just cranky.

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