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!
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I would pay good money to hear my DH talk about everything "we're" going through to his friends. I'm sure it would provide much comic relief! But, ya gotta love 'em, right??
Poor husband! At least he cares, lol. I hope things going well with your ute! ;)
HAHAHAHAHHAHHA.
Ah, men. HAHHAHAHAHAH.
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