You just have to think it was a guy who invented the mammogram. No way would a woman ever devise anything quite so diabolical. I'm getting it into my head that what the Female Nation needs to do as a return favor is license the Scrotogram, and then get the AMA to require all guys over a certain age to endure the test every other year.

It was thoughts like this that got me through the indignity.

On the plus side, I got to wear jeans for the first time in nearly a month yesterday. I know the fluid is going to build back up, so I'm enjoying my more nearly humanoid form while I can. I was please that the Socialist noticed before I had to prod him - guess I must look much better than I did. I know I have tons more energy. I also still have insomnia though. I guess a nice paracentesis doesn't cure everything.

It's hard to believe, but I'm close to being finished with all the preliminary tests that I was told I'd have to get before my transplant testing/orientation day downtown. I still have a little over two weeks before that though. If all goes well, my plan is to return to work as soon after that as possible. I'll have to miss one day a month for the belly-puncture routine, but my boss has no problem with that.

To give you a hint exactly how low the highlights of my day have fallen, I stumbled over a low sodium mustard at the store today and nearly broke out in dance and song. I have a receipe for making a low sodium ketchup, but after the mayonnaise fiasco, I think I'll hold off for a bit.