Sometimes you don’t know how you’re really going to feel about a thing until you get confirmation that it’s going to happen. My uterus and I have been at odds for a really long time now and I’ve been pretty positive about moving forward with getting it the fuck out of my body.
Well, I went to the doctor on Saturday to review the results of the Pap smear and discuss the plan. The doctor asked me if I still wanted to go forward with surgery. I explained to her that I’d done more research on IUDs and that I am quite certain they are not the solution for me.
Then… I GOT A SURGERY DATE!
My uterus is being evicted on October 22! SIX MORE DAYS and then ding, dong, the bitch is gone!
I’m thinking about throwing an eviction party.
I am not excited that they have to do an abdominal hysterectomy, but because of the anterior lumbar fusion, they don’t have a choice. The recovery time is 4-8 weeks instead of 2-4 weeks and I need to take it easier. I don’t get to vacuum for 6 weeks. (Vacuuming is my favorite chore.)
Of course, at this point, if they told me they needed to detach my head to do it I would probably be all for it.
Anyway, I’m freakin’ stoked!