She-Ra

Well, what do you know. I survived. I made it through the surgery brilliantly and now i actually feel almost 100%. A couple tummy aches but nothing worse than a bad period. I haven't even looked at the codeine laced paracetamol that they gave me - of course, taking that would have horribly uncomfortable consequences anyways (tends to constipate me so badly, i think i'm going to shit diamonds). I feel awesome! Like She-Ra, the Princess of Power, the most powerful woman in the universe, carrying my magic sword and ready to take on anything.  i swear i'm not on any drugs to make me feel this way, but maybe the 1/2 dozen choc chip cookies may have something to do with it.

Yesterday was pretty chilled. We went into the hospital and had a brief discussion with the doctor. Almost decided at the last minute to have my tubes tied while i was under but was talked out of it by the glam doc who is annoyingly optimistic about our ability to procreate. I had gotten the idea that it would be just a very easy, peasy snip, snip and wa-lah, no need to worry about contraception anymore. And if it had been that easily, i probably would have said to just do it.

Darling husband said, cool, let's just do it. I don't think he's relishing the idea of never having sex again.  Though he has absolutely put his foot down about himself getting the snip. What a wimp. He was pulling up stats and studies about chronic penile pain associated with it. Well, if he just wants to be celebit, then so be it!

Later he said he would have stopped me if i had insisted after finding out it was another procedure all together. Glam doc said she was not expecting us to ask for this at all. Rather surprised, she asked why we would want to seeing as we want another child. (And i'm thinking in my head, there is no way in hell i want to go through this again.) But she seems to think we are entirely capable of procreating again naturally and easily even though i've told her numerous times how screwed up we are in this regard. She seems like she's a bit on a mission to get us to try again but i'm not having it. I just can't do it. I know our genetics are fucked and i know the kariotyping will confirm it.

So on i go. Will just stay as busy as possible so i don't have to think about all that has happened. I'm sure burying everything under a guise of activity will make it all fade away like it never happened. Hell, it's worked for me so many times before, i'm sure it will work for me again. Right now the project on hand is to find a new place to live. I've been diligently calling dodgy real estate agents and setting up appointments. I think we know where we're going already, having just about made a decision this last weekend to move across the street. But just to appease myself, and of course, to give myself something to do that seems important, i'll go have a look at a few more.

So here's to on with life!

I'm sure everything will come back to bite me in the ass eventually...