This is definitely not my favorite look. I prefer Valentino, but next week I won’t have a choice — I’ll be sporting ‘haute Hospital couture’.

This fashion demise began last Friday during my annual medical. Apparently, it attracts attention when after extensive teeth-gritting you half-yell “OWWWWW!!!!” in response to a doctor’s probing.

So, on Sunday, I had a CT Scan and yesterday I got the word that next week I am scheduled to have a rather impressive abdominal mass surgically removed.

I’m slightly upset, but not for the reasons you might think.

I’m cheesed because I’m gonna be holed up in recovery for weeks and weeks and won’t be able to do yoga or go for a run just as the weather is getting really nice. I’m also upset because I’m going to miss 2 conferences that I was really looking forward to attending.

I’m especially upset however, about the fact that I didn’t pay enough attention to the clues my body has been giving me for months and months, eg. slightly elevated temperature, a little unusual discomfort, etc. — you know, all those things that you just ‘tough out’.

Duh. Me.

Anyway, although I trust that all will be well, I’ll be very grateful if you would be so kind as to call upon higher powers, cross your fingers, imagine golden light or simply think good thoughts for me on Thursday March 13th. THANKS in advance!!!

And… when was YOUR last medical?