Menopause or just pure Mania

Hello Dear Friends

Always straight up emotional, my sister may even step out on a ledge and question the possibility that I might just be bi-polar, however that is one diagnosis I don't actually have. The tears just come so quickly and insignificantly. Hell, The Bella's Final, that will even do it. When Don't You Forget About Me and Anna Kendrick's fist hits the air. I got to suck it in. The tears come, but I have to suck it in before it turns into a full on "session".
So what the hell is going on with me? Finally I drag myself in to the ob/gyn, this may want to be where you tune out, as per usual I might just be over stepping. TMI...I won't lie. I own it.
So my old ob/gyn retired, this bites. Agoraphobia Gurl does not adapt well to change. Should I go see my regular MD, Doctor McSexy....No! No! No! That is simply awkward. I don't want this really attractive brilliant man giving me a pap and pelvic, that is like totally sending mixed signals to  my vag. Dr. McSexy good! Pap and pelvic bad. We don't need to confuse my vag. I have enough confusion in my life.
So who do I see? A man, a woman...well it is going to take me 6 months to get into see a woman so I take that guy I can get into see in a week. As it turns out Dr. McSexy likes the guy. He delivered his son. So if he is good enough for Mrs. Dr. McSexy he is good enough for me.
Is it just me, but when you see a new ob/gyn do you feel compelled to do a little extra "landscaping"? Not too much, just a little. Yeah, the crap I worry about.
The dress theory...I saw this on television or a movie, but I found it to be brilliant! If you wear a dress to the pap/pelvic all you would have to do is take off your panties, hit the stir ups, and pull up your dress. This seems less awkward to me. I am all about less awkward. So I am going to try the dress theory. SNAP....in theory this works but he has to do a breast exam, so I am all nudie in the paper gown. As it turns out, as most things in my life do. I have to go back. They saw a little something something, which I am trying hard not to think about too much. The bonus being I should be able to actually use the dress theory when I go back for the follow up. Could anything ever just be normal?
FYI they moved my hospital around, why was my blood pressure high? The panic attack I had walking down the long stupid empty skinny hallway that looked like something out of The Shining, nice people. Bonus...it took a little work but I found my coffee kiosk. I deserved that coffee!

Next time I promise not to write about my vag!
Love and Light!