So I have this THING in my uterus. (BTW, more blog posts should start out this way, no?)
And it's not a baby.
It's a uterine fibroid and apparently it WAS bigger than a softball, but NOW is bigger than a grapefruit. I'd like to take this moment to thank my surgeon for ruining a fruit that I actually used to like to eat.
I would link to the Wikipedia page on uterine fibroids, but once you go there and see the pictures, you'll never want to eat anything again. Probably. Wait, maybe I should go there and check it out.
Anyway, said fibroid makes me bleed for weeks on end and apparently is leaving me BARREN. That, by the way, is a word that I totally think should make a comeback.
So I'm having surgery at the mid-end of October to get it removed.
Assuming I don't die, I'll be off work for 6 weeks or so.
During that time, I'll be catching up on my Harry Potter reading (I just finished book #3) and (of course) working on my never-go-wrong formula for figuring just WHO the baby daddy is on the Maury Povitch show.
It's good to have goals.
1 week ago
4 comments:
I'm so sorry! That DOES suck. Good luck with everything. I'm sending you lots of hugs over the webnets!
So sorry to hear this news. Happy thoughts from me to you.. Love you!
Six weeks off work? Wow - that's pretty intense. But, you'll have one less fruit-sized appendage, so that's good. One needs fewer of those.
Holy ****. The good news is you'll be able to hone those baby-daddy detection skills. I've heard they get much better with vicodin.
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