Julep: I am NOT SICK.

I am perfectly healthy, thank you. But for the first time in my very life, I am all on the prescription meds. They are making me take these stupid antibiotics so they don't give me an infection at the hospital tomorrow when they shoot radioactive dye into my girl parts to make sure I don't have a blocked fallopian tube. Despite no medical history of endometriosis or STD or abdominal surgery or anything else that might cause such a blockage, apparently said blockage is still a (slim) possibility. So off I go.

I will bet dollars to doughnuts that there is not a doggone thing wrong with my fallopian tubes, and this is a giant waste of time and energy and personal dignity. And I am NOT SICK.

I suppose this is just the beginning of the loss of bodily autonomy that will kick in if and when I ever get pregnant. (Not to mention the loss of sovereignty over time and energy.) But I am not particularly happy about it as you can see.

Edited to add (as part of an effort to look for the silver lining): it appears that my health insurance plan will pay for this diagnostic exercise (subject to my co-pay and deductible, of course). Wonders never cease.