I'm an Experiment!

Well, here I am again dealing with old age. I think I'm beginning to hate old age and truly, I'm not even there yet! I'm too young! After being probed, stuck, drinking bottles of magnesium citrate, having my boobs squeezed six ways to Sunday AND having to go back to have it done again in six months, have an ultrasound, (and no, I'm not pregnant) and then have a Pappy smear; I've HAD it! No more! I think I'm just an experiment someone thought up, probably God for His daily joke, and someone, somewhere is enjoying it. Not me.