I went to the VA yesterday to have all this documented in my records. Tuesday, I was kind of mad because I had watched all my chances drain out ... miscarriages, fibroids, goofy thyroid, and I blamed the VA and military healthcare.
I've rethought that a little. I had better healthcare than many American women-an exam every single year for 30 years. Interesting that we as a culture can have so many, many meds for erectile dysfunction, but for women, fibroids and thyroid issues are kind of up in the air. Both my cousins had trouble, so there really is no finger-pointing. And 100 years ago, I would have been dead. I would have bled out already, and they had no way to stop it.
My uterus extends all the way up to my bellybutton. Damn! DAMN! The twelve year old inside of me wants to giggle and tell my husband "my UTERUS is bigger than your head!" but I am afraid he will start crying and run away. So I don't.
The knitting front is a little jacked up. I had to rip Clara-I knit an entire ball, and found I made a ton of mistakes. Blah. Frogpond!