Hystercovery, Macrobid and a Shitty Summer (with a Dash of Hope)

At the end of my last post regarding my hysterectomy saga, I was waking up after surgery. And when I say waking up, I mean somewhat opening my eyes and talking to people...sorta. I remember Charlie was there, I remember throwing up several times, I remember having a couple of visitors including Cassidy and I…

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Hysterectomy Adventures: Blood, Guts and Aliens

I last left off floating away to Medicinal Maui as I was about to go under for my lady parts surgery... I am warning you...this post WILL be descriptive and gross and grody and icky. If you are squeamish or wish to only think of me as an intact, gorgeous sex symbol (because that is…

A Pissed Off Liver and Other Sexy Topics

It only makes sense to start from the beginning when telling the gross, boring story of my gynecologic surgery, right? Pre-op nerves, preparation, arriving at the hospital...all that stuff. But, why start making sense now? While I will describe the aforementioned steps in due time, I feel I must start with where I am now…