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Ok, so.
My hysterectomy got postponed a second time, because insurance won't cover it. (My fibroids got diagnosed last May and then my OB/GYN's office dropped the ball so hard that it bounced over a cliff. It's nearly a year later and my uterus is rather bigger and while I'm fucking frustrated, at the same time, I get that more tests are indicated so they know what they're dealing with before they cut me open.)
I'm being adult with it. Don't wanna. It was supposed to happen three days ago.
At the same time, if I'm going to be honest, I'm still scared of hospitals, so there's a tiny part of me that's ok with it. But I've started thinking of the fibroids as me being pregnant with alien babies. And it means I get a little while longer with Freddy.
(I saw a YouTube short with a comic talking about how he was making a red velvet cake for his daughter's period party, a party celebrating the fact that she got her first period. She invited 8 girls and 2 boys and the boys had no clue why they were invited or why the cake read "Jason". They wanted to know who Jason is. She named her period after Jason from Friday the 13th. How fucking brilliant is that???? I swear, my takeaway from that was "I have spent my entire life not naming my period after a movie serial killer, what have I even been DOING with my life?")
Other than that, it's been a lovely morning, mostly. I made coffee for Tad and I. (I can't call him Tadlet anymore. He's friggin' 22, he is a full-fledged Tad. Or maybe a Frog. I prefer Tad, though.) I made it in the big IKEA French press, but I washed it first. I don't think I've ever used it before, and it's been residing next to the stove, which would be fine except my roommate who doesn't really know how to cook went through a stage. She was ordering meals from Dinnerly, and cooks everything on high, which means oil splatters to the point where everything on that side of the kitchen is sticky. I washed the French press repeatedly, but it's still sticky. It's going in the dishwasher today. But the coffee was good. I also made a turkey bacon and an Eggo, which is roughly the same thing I'd be eating if I'd gone to McD's: meat product and bread product. This tasted better.
Now it's 95.7 The Jet radio, which I'm listening to through the internet. They play a rewind edition of Casey Kasem's American Top 40 from the 80s. So this morning, I've already heard "Suddenly" from Xanadu and now it's Lady by Kenny Rogers, so I'm assuming this episode is from 1980, or maybe 1981. And drinking coffee. (Dunkin' Donuts brand, if anyone's curious. In the land of Starbucks, I am grooving on something that doesn't taste burnt.)
My hysterectomy got postponed a second time, because insurance won't cover it. (My fibroids got diagnosed last May and then my OB/GYN's office dropped the ball so hard that it bounced over a cliff. It's nearly a year later and my uterus is rather bigger and while I'm fucking frustrated, at the same time, I get that more tests are indicated so they know what they're dealing with before they cut me open.)
I'm being adult with it. Don't wanna. It was supposed to happen three days ago.
At the same time, if I'm going to be honest, I'm still scared of hospitals, so there's a tiny part of me that's ok with it. But I've started thinking of the fibroids as me being pregnant with alien babies. And it means I get a little while longer with Freddy.
(I saw a YouTube short with a comic talking about how he was making a red velvet cake for his daughter's period party, a party celebrating the fact that she got her first period. She invited 8 girls and 2 boys and the boys had no clue why they were invited or why the cake read "Jason". They wanted to know who Jason is. She named her period after Jason from Friday the 13th. How fucking brilliant is that???? I swear, my takeaway from that was "I have spent my entire life not naming my period after a movie serial killer, what have I even been DOING with my life?")
Other than that, it's been a lovely morning, mostly. I made coffee for Tad and I. (I can't call him Tadlet anymore. He's friggin' 22, he is a full-fledged Tad. Or maybe a Frog. I prefer Tad, though.) I made it in the big IKEA French press, but I washed it first. I don't think I've ever used it before, and it's been residing next to the stove, which would be fine except my roommate who doesn't really know how to cook went through a stage. She was ordering meals from Dinnerly, and cooks everything on high, which means oil splatters to the point where everything on that side of the kitchen is sticky. I washed the French press repeatedly, but it's still sticky. It's going in the dishwasher today. But the coffee was good. I also made a turkey bacon and an Eggo, which is roughly the same thing I'd be eating if I'd gone to McD's: meat product and bread product. This tasted better.
Now it's 95.7 The Jet radio, which I'm listening to through the internet. They play a rewind edition of Casey Kasem's American Top 40 from the 80s. So this morning, I've already heard "Suddenly" from Xanadu and now it's Lady by Kenny Rogers, so I'm assuming this episode is from 1980, or maybe 1981. And drinking coffee. (Dunkin' Donuts brand, if anyone's curious. In the land of Starbucks, I am grooving on something that doesn't taste burnt.)
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It's really hard to get medical care right now and surgeries they consider "elective." Which, when you're doing fibroids, doesn't feel elective at all. I have them too. On top of the prolapse, it's been challenging. I hope they do schedule you again soon so you can get it taken care of.
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