Day of the Dead

Actually Day of the Dead was the other day, but today is the Day of the Dead Cycle.

Muerto. Fini. Done. My U/S this morning showed one absolutely huge and one moderately-sized cyst, taking up almost half the screen. No stimulation for you, little lady! And, to add insult to injury, I'm on BCP for the month. A little suppression therapy, that'll fix you up good. A good theory, but not an idea that sits very well. At least I didn't have to pay for the BCPs. These silver linings are getting so thin, I swear they're really just silver-plated.

Seldom have I felt more like Bad-Luck Schleprock than today. Remember him? The little guy on the Flintstones who has always filthy and had a dark cloud that literally followed him everywhere?