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05/03/2004
To the Batmobile! Let's go!
Atomic batteries to power! Turbines to speed! Roger, ready to move out!
My ovaries are quiet. Though my uppity right ovary tried to have the last word by cooking up a collapsing follicle, its efforts were in vain. "Not a show-stopper," pronounced the doctor.
My estradiol level is "just fine."
My endometrium is wafer-thin.
I am cleared to start injections on Tuesday.
This calls for a singalong! Here are the words, in case you don't know them:
Duh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh
BATMAN!
[Go-go booted shimmy]
Duh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh
Duh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh
BATMAN!
[Exuberant shaking of not inconsiderable booty]
BATMAN
BATMAN
BATMAN
Duh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh nuh-nuh
BATMAN!
[Drumbeat, rimshot]
