So, get this: you already know about my fibroid friends (I've tentatively named them Hercules Mulligan, because they're on the inside), but guess who may or may not ALSO have a hernia? Gee, I love being in my mid-thirties!
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed a sort of medium-sized, soft bump under the skin on one side of my abdomen, just above the belly button. I emailed my doctor about it, expecting her to say it was no big deal, or I should just wait and see what happens. Nope! She said it might be a hernia, and I should come in for a visit. I went in yesterday and she basically said HMMM, I do not know what that is! It's not textbook hernia, but it still could be; it could also just be a lipoma (a benign tumor made of fat, yay). I'm meeting with a surgeon on Thursday to see what he thinks. Which is different from my OTHER appointment with a DIFFERENT surgeon next week (for the fibroids). The big question is, if it's a hernia and they decide to repair it, could I do two-for-one surgery and take care of both? In the mean time: I'm fine, I'm not in any pain, everything's asymptomatic. But y'all, I did not expect 35 to be the year my body began to betray me in all these small and mostly boring ways.
Dating-wise, I broke up with Chai and am pretty sure that was the right choice; he was so sweet, but we ran out of stuff to say. I have a date with someone else this coming Saturday, and it'll be interesting to see how it goes: he's extremely cute and his profile is spot-on (basically normal, articulate but not pretentious, funny but not Too Much), but so far, over text, he's kind of killing me. First, when we were messaging through the app, he was pretty slow to respond—just when I'd think he'd lost interest and bailed, he'd finally write me back. This is a giant joke on me, because I'm usually the one at risk of disappearing at any moment, so fine. Then Coffee Meets Bagel only gives you a week to message before they cut you off (the idea being that you should have met up by then); when I saw that we were running out of time and he hadn't written back in a couple of days, I sent a note to say "hey, I see that we're running out of time, I think you seem cool and I don't want to lose touch, here's my number." He texted me that night, and...it was not great. THE SMALL TALK, YOU GUYS. However, we did finally make a date for this coming Saturday (he had friends in town this past weekend), and I do want to see it through, because I actually do want to meet the guy in his profile. So. Is he awkward over text but a delight in person, as I suspect and also hope with my whole heart? Or did he pay someone to write him a low-key cute profile, and he's actually a boring monster? Saturday will tell, and I will almost certainly report back.
Last but not least, I am mourning the ending of The People vs. OJ Simpson, which I loved very much and which also turned out to be a source of a delightful amount of shipping (a thing I found myself Googling mid-series: "are marcia clark and christopher darden married now"), and this weekend I watched S2 of Catastrophe on Amazon, which I found more difficult than S1, but still extremely excellent. You all should watch both so we can talk about them! I have no idea where OJ is available, but both seasons of Catastrophe are streaming on Amazon, and they are very short (six 25-minute episodes each) and very wonderful. And Kimmy Schmidt comes back this Friday, which I guess means I should watch all of S1 over again before then? I think that's what that means. WHO NEEDS SLEEP/WORK/FOOD/FRIENDS/DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENTS.