drama rhymes with llama

I don't want to seem dramatic but my life has felt a bit that way as of late. My kiddos at work never want anything to be easy and work has been taking its toll. I genuinely feel that if they were placed at the proverbial fork in the road and I told them one path lead to a life worth living and the other lead to prison, they would pick prison. It makes no sense sometimes.

Today I went to the gynecologist. If u are uncomfortable hearing about lady doctors you might want to stop reading as I may wandar into tmi territory. Since I moved it meant I needed a new doctor which is sorta horrible. I always peruse my preferred providers list and try and pick out the safest name. I do this because my first gyno was a hairy little middle eastern man who had the audacity to make fun if my hairy arms and joke about stuffing a turkey while performing my exam. His last name was not normal, nor were the great quantities of chest hair escaping from his collared shirt and tangling in his gold chains.
I took a chance today and ended up with a Dr. who had a goatee and I think he was single.  Bad combo.
Long story short I was doing ok until my exam unexpectedly produced excruciating pain and I literally started screaming and hyperventilating. I have no idea what went wrong and to make it worse neither did my doctor. That plus his goatee did not instill any confidence whatsoever. He did a few more tests that made me scream more...and now I'm having an ultrasound next week.
Cross your fingers for me because as webmd is never wrong, I've already convinced myself of the worse. Seriously, that symptom checker and those diagnostic trees point to cancer every time.