My sweetiepie was all "Orgasms aren't sex. Welcome to being a woman". Love that gal. She's the ABSOLUTE best.
Anyway, after panicking and freaking out for several days, I woke up with morning wood (which NEVER happens these days) and self-abuse worked like it should! False alarm, mebbie... I dunno. Really strange. Hard to go back and think about where my headspace was and why I wasn't able to finish things off, but yeah. Hopefully this sort of thing will freak me out less when it's not THE FIRST TIME IT'S EVER HAPPENED
Still room for surprises.
Heard back from all the insurance fuckers re: my surgery. Absolutely no coverage whatsoever. So on one hand, I'm glad we had some savings tucked away. On the other hand, I miss those savings. <=\ We had kinda prepared for it, but it still hurts.