I just overheard DH talking to a friend of his on the phone. He said, "Yeah, she has to have surgery next week. There's a FIbroid or FIBroid - whatever it's called - in her uterus."
For the record, dear, it is a FIbroid. I know, since it's in my ute! (Which *better* be bright & shiny this time next week.)
I'm still feeling the s/e of the progestin. I learned through my friend Mr.Google last night that I'm basically taking 10x the daily dosage of BCP each day. No wonder I go from bitchy to weepy in no time!