Cooter-wary

Went in for my post D&C check up at the public hospital, all is well. I also didn't pay for this one bcs, even though I am no longer pregnant, I am recently miscarried enough that I am still exempt from paying, as all pregnant women are. Losely translated, I suppose this means I am hanging to the sisterhood by a pubic hair and not the sort that gives your nether regions that tight, fluffy, composed look. No, rather the appalingly long sort that your elderly Aunt Jane is bound to find imbedded in the soap while visiting you oh dear. That sort of pubic hair.

As for my entrails, uterus back to normal size, no pain, cervix firmly closed, slightly bloody mucus but hardly any bleeding left (more like a bit of spotting really, almost non-existent). Also, there was a med student there this time who couldn't stop staring at my knees. I am a bit sorry I didn't do pointing motions while enunciating clearly Cooter WITHIN. Maybe he simply could not believe his luck, Ob/Gyn AND Dermatology. Hope he has a blog. Ha, hope I find it.

The dr. said I need to take some iron tablets and need no more antibiotics or anti-inflammatories (we will see abt these last ones, Saturday was rough). She also said there can be no shagging for a whole month since I had to have a D&C. Which surprised me.

DEAR BARREN BITCHES/MEDICAL READERSHIP:

Let's have an academic discussion, shall we? Literally at that bcs I am too busy peeling myself off the floor every day to even contemplate sex [unless it's like in the monkey and the pachiderm joke], but. BUT. I must admit I was a bit thrown. No man is a human-elephant hybrid. [Taking a brief moment to thank mother nature for this fortunate state of affairs] My uterus lies behind a thoroughly inaccessible cervix, yes? I should expect no sex till all symptoms are gone and I am fully healed (oh and sleeping, sleep would be good), let's say 2 weeks - but 4? What am I missing, have I led a too sheltered life? Or, on the contrary, does she think I am the lithe guru little Thai women flock to with their pingpong balls and tamed doves for further enlightenment on All The Things You Never Dreamt But Nevermind, The Tourists Will Never Forget It?

Ye Gods. Nu?


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Allrighty! Have given up my hormones, am thoroughly fed up w having them. Have proclaimed moratorium. As of now, am the proud owner of none, YES I AM. This morning after seeing the dr. I went to buy some groceries. After a while I couldn't stand it anymore so I came back w only half the things I wanted. I am craving Mexican food these days (try and understand my having cravings now, hysterical, yes) but was unconcerned bcs we have Uriad beans (or something) and they're black, albeit tiny, so they'd do. Besides, aren't the spices the thing that gives it the ethnic flavour? Ok then. I didn't have much for lunch bcs I couldn't eat, was slightly queasy due to lack of sleep, [NEEDED CENSORING, SORRY ABT THAT!]

Yesterday I cried watching V for Vendetta.

And just now? Just now I went into the Haagen-Dazs site so I could check the spelling and found out you lot have BLUEBERRY CHEESECAKE ice-cream and we do not, and it will take ages till we get it here, and I am so fucking unhappy over that I could say I could cry but that'd have a literary effect only if I weren't already.

*sigh*