not a fucking miscarriage. NOT even pregnant. i think that i am the slightest bit disappointed. ive ruined three [pairs of] panties which severely increases the need to do laundry. i have mildewing bath towels in a basket in the corner. my hair has caught all of the humidity in the AL air.

did i mention that i got back from the ER at 5AM just to be told that i'm not pregnant. i have a cute little ID bracelet/wrist-tag piece of jewelry and a bandage over a terribly-executed needle stick. it hurts like hell in the vicinity of my vein, but not actually in the correct spot. i mean, i have scars from where i've been stuck before at the inside of my elbow; why does my nurse think it's so cool to aim in a completely different direction that hurts till you piss your pants? she might have done that shit on purpose. i know that momma used to do it to the old, racist patients that she had. hmm.

but yeah. i have to have a follow-up with a family-planning clinic, or my new gynecologist. yay, vagina!!