One of my favorite Family Guy scenes is with Lois and Meg rummaging through stuff in the attic. Lois says to Meg in her nasal, New England accent, "Oh, look, Meg, it's your little baby booties. Oh, and your little bronze hat. And your tail."
I am pretty sure that I was born with a tail. Just call me Meg.
One day I was standing in the kitchen, scratching my butt. You know that upper butt dimple region* just above the crack proper. I shifted my weight and all of a sudden I felt this pointy thing--what the?? My butt was also sore and I immediately jumped to the conclusion that I had a pineal cyst, which had been the topic of discussion a day earlier on my favorite weight loss surgery message board.
Of course I am immediately intrigued by anything gross and pineal cyst certainly fell into that category. You're welcome. I did not put a link to the pineal cyst entry in Wikipedia, which has a lovely color picture. Yeah, no one warned me, thank you very much. Do not Google this and look at images. If you do, you get what you deserve.
Anyway, the pineal cyst discussion lead to a delightful and energetic series of PMs on dermatoid cysts with a gal named Karan, who might actually have one! I'm sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear if a.) it is indeed a dermoid cyst and b.) if it has hair and teeth! YIKES!! But I digress.
Initially, a sore butt in the upper butt crack dimple region (UPCDR) made me suspect a pineal cyst. But after a day or two, I decided it was not the case and my bum was sore from riding the recumbent bike at the gym, instead. Whew.
So if my sore behind was due to the bike rides, what was the pointy thing? The end of my tail??? I wish I were friends with an x-ray tech. Psst. Can you get me in there for an upper butt x-ray? Oooh, maybe we can sneak into the fluoroscopy suite tomorrow after the support group meeting. Do you think you need a key to fire that thing up? Oh the quandry! Why does this weirdness always happen to me?!?
The issue is there is no way I would have survived childhood without being reminded constantly about my tail, had I had one. We love picking on each other about stuff like that. My mother can say once in passing, "That water is as green as green can be," and BAM! It haunts her for life. So it goes without saying that if I had a tail, I would have been reminded of it with great frequency. My brother would have had a field day with that knowledge!
So now I have ruled out pineal cysts and am left with two options. #1: I had a tail. #2: Losing almost 60 pounds makes your ass bony. Relatively speaking, that is. Losing my posterior padding is doing a number on me. I can feel the bones in my behind and sitting on them for hours on end is not comfy. Freaky! Do skinny people writhe in pain constantly from this? Do fat people on the downslide always go through this fanny transition? I prefer to sit on my hips now, legs crossed at the knee. It takes the pressure off the butt bones.
Perhaps I should take a moment to review hiney anatomy.
* I don't even know if the upper butt dimple region is normal--this could be where my tail was removed! I need to borrow Angela's kid and inspect his baby butt to see if he has one. An upper butt dimple region, I mean. Not a tail. She SO would have told me about that!