Monthly Archives: December 2011

So far, so good

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Well, the operation seems to have gone all right, though I also thought that at this stage after the last one. Another polyp, this one 1-2 cm in size, has been removed, and I am the somewhat unnerved owner of an IUD. You hear so many stories about them, and so few of the stories are happy ones.

Anyway. Still keeping fingers crossed. And look, I can see the Dom from my window!

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it gets better

On Wednesday the nurse said the gynecologist would call us the next morning, so at 10:30 I called her and said “he hasn’t called, you said he’d call, WHY HASN’T HE CALLED?” She assured me that DrBob’s number was on his to-do list, and DrBob headed off to work with his celephone. He called me a few hours later to say that I could go in on Monday and the doctor (the same gynecologist I’d already seen – that doesn’t happen often, I don’t think) would do an endoscopy (fancy talk for “a look around in there”), remove any polyps, and put in an IUD that should inhibit further polyp growth for at least a few weeks, and then we could schedule the ablation for next year. (Actually, while he was telling me this, the hospital called and told me the same thing. Good thing we have a lot of phones.) Continue reading


it gets worse

Right, now that I’ve started this, I should keep it up, eh? So I finally got to see a gynecologist on Tuesday in Zeist, and he was very nice and agreeable so I decided not to open up the can of whoopass I’d brought along. First mistake, I guess. Anyway, I had my first-ever water ultrasound! Um, I do not recommend it, it leaves one feeling distinctly… leaky.
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Arg. Bleh.

It seems I can do One Thing per day. Friday I did the shopping and made dinner, which sounds like two things but they’re so closely related that they only count as one. It worked. I felt triumphant, and totally let it go to my head.

On Saturday, I took the Sniglet to Taekwondo and sat dozing in a chair for 40 minutes before taking him home. THEN I got a wild hair and went to knitting – that’s right, I sat at a table in a cafe and knitted with other people. I know, crazy, right? Must have been, because immediately afterward I went home and slept for five hours. Continue reading


In which it gets icky

Apparently I have something Medical going on, and I’ve been posting cryptic status updates on Facebook – not because I want to be cryptic, but because I want to be brief. But people are getting all WTF on me, so here is the whole thing, except I still want to be brief so I keep editing out the editorializing.

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think of it as a gap year

Hey! Didja miss me? Egad, I don’t even know where to start after so long. I have this job, see, which requires communicating with people a LOT, and so I’ve been putting all my writing-fu in there, for over a year. I know, real writers have unlimited fu. That is why I am not a real writer. But, you know, stuff happens, and as I get more and more people on Facebook, maybe some of that stuff isn’t… maybe some things shouldn’t… oh all right. Maybe my co-workers don’t want to hear about my uterus, is what I’m getting at. Besides, my Facebook status updates keep getting longer and longer.

So I’m back. To vent, to muse, to offer half-thought-out political opinions with all the sense edited out of them in the interest of brevity, to complain bitterly about a country that is gracious enough to let me live here and shower me with decent weather even in December – whoa, shower: that was a wholly unintentional pun, sorry. I’ll try to check in at least once a week, and try to keep each entry about One Thing.

Song du jour of the day: Redemption Song, by Playing for Change. Happy Third Advent, y’all. It’s not really a Christmas tune I suppose, but the whole Christian story is about redemption, so maybe it should be.