As much as I am grateful that it's not once a week anymore, and grateful that I have a medical system looking out for me, this day is like a little slap of reality.
Being once a month is almost enough time to forget that you even need to have it done.
It's not even that big of a deal except that it thrusts all of my medical memories back at me.
I wonder if there will ever be a day that the hospital doesn't feel like an imposing monster in my closet?
