These are my confessions

Ok, so...

There is a lot of craziness going on in my life right now.

I am trying to get my health in order...which I should have done a million years ago, but whatever.

Which brings me to today's cringingly horrific personal confession.

I finally made myself go to the gynecologist.

*what direction is this blog going in? Yikes!*

Anyway, I had talked myself out of it for years.

After all,

I'm not getting married.

I'm not having kids.

I'm not having a lot of sex.

What was the point of subjecting myself?

Ugh. Then I grew up and decided that I couldn't rely on my old health plan which I like to call "Eh..everything will probably be fine".

And if I ever want to have some gay man's baby late in life, I need to be responsible.

 (You should know that I completely plan for this to happen- prepare to come to my baby shower in about 10 years)

So..this may be the most uncomfortable Spinster Chronicle post to date. Yeah...

Lori Ann

p.s.- I was waiting and waiting for the questions about how many sexual partners I have had..I had a few ideas floating around in my mind.. I was going to say either "17", "do red headed men count?" or "trust me, more than you".  But alas, the question never came. Damn it.