Oh. That's TODAY?

Yeah, my HSG is in six hours, and I'm really nervous. Therefore, I am watching TV, blogging and trying not to hit the chocolate.

Elle sent me a lovely little note, and her blog (hahaquilts.blogspot.com)put me onto Ami's site, with its World's Worst Quilt contest. Gods, I needed that laugh. If you haven't seen it, and your day has been... less than grand, go check it out.

I've made a few peices that make me want to barf, but mostly because what I was making was to the recipient's taste rather than my own. I have a pucker on the back of the most recent baby quilt I've completed, and my color choices could use some help sometimes. I UNquilted an entire piece since I made the top during my brain infection (HHV6 is NOT my friend) and really just couldn't stand to condemn it to wearing a polyester beard for the rest of it's life, and I still can't figure out how to start a seam on my machine without making that nasty, loopy knot on the backside. I have a lot to learn, and I'm not always the sharpest tack, but my efforts are usually sincere, if a bit... lazy. (I do that self-handicapping thing so I have an excuse if something sucks. Dr Phil would have a field day with me.) However, I don't think that I've made a quilt that would garner more than an honorable mention from Ami... I hope!

Why am I nervous about such a simple procedure? Here's a horror story for you, and it is NOT an urban fertility-clinic legend: I KNOW the woman this happened to. Instead of the saline or dye that usually gets used to fill one's uterus and fallopian tubes in this procedure, her Dr inadvertantly used FORMALDEHYDE. At YALE! You had better believe that I am going to make my Dr double check his/her solution! Plus, since I have a history of pain disorders, I expect to be a hurting unit. Am I afraid of pain? Heck no - I'm BORED with it. I have better things to do, and missing them makes me lose them, and I am tired of loss.

Enough nervous, maudlin BS. There is *bound* to be something decent on cable at 9:13 AM. Right?