I’m adored

I am highly intrigued by random medical stuff. When the health channel had shows on anything from childbirth to rare conditions I had a front seat. I often forget in my enthusiasm that not everyone share this trait, mainly not Das.

The other day I was marking down how big average female kidneys are, then charting the difference in the two ultrasounds I had done , one in 2006 and one in 2010. Since I made it linear it was easier for me to grasp just how much bigger those suckers had gotten. Who knows what size they are now, I know they’ve grown since my belly isn’t going anywhere and I know how I looked at this weight before. I refuse to give in to dowdiness though, I’m making empire waist, skater dress, swing dresses, and low necklines work for me.

Anyway, I came to Das all hyped up to share my representation of my massive kidneys but instead of being greeted with enthusiasm he looked kinda green. What to me was fun was to him a reminder of my condition and it’s possible outcomes. Since he rarely talks about it I was taken aback by the vehemence in which he declared disliking contemplating my health worsening. It also surprised me just how closely he observes me. While I don’t delight in his distress there is something heartwarming about being the focus of so much attention and adoration.

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