Seriously, Ovaries?

I saw the doctor yesterday to get the results of my recent pelvic ultrasound, which was scheduled after lingering pain in what felt like my ovary, and suspicion that I’d ruptured an ovarian cyst. I had a cyst at least once before that grew to the size of a ping-pong ball, so I wasn’t too…

Who Writes These Instructions?

On Friday, December 21st, I had a diagnostic pelvic ultrasound in an attempt to determine why my ovaries (or something else in that region) have been giving me so much trouble of late. The appointment, unfortunately the soonest one I could get, came nearly four weeks after I experienced what I can only describe as…

Ouch, Bah, and Seriously?

I know you wonderful people have been dropping by all week to read the latest news from the dollhouse, since I can see how many people stop by each day, and I can often see what brought new readers here, like web searches or links from other writers. Thanks for checking in with us, and…

The Five Year Anniversary

Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of my hysterectomy. If you’re new here and haven’t read my story, or if you feel like revisiting my epic journey to escape a life of servitude under a horrid dictator named Augustine, you can start reading the saga here. My decision to share my experience of undergoing life-changing surgery…

Tall Tales

My ovaries are in overdrive right now. Never mind that they are each the only house on a dead-end cul-de-sac: it seems everyone I know is currently gestating or waiting for a belly button to dry up and fall off or something equally nurturing and adorable. To be completely honest, I’m thrilled for all my…

Mammal Mondays: My Boys Are My Kids

You know, it’s funny how people substitute their pets for children. I’ve seen dog after dog dressed up in tacky little outfits. I’ve seen people hauling yorkshire terriers through Costco and folks in McDonald’s drive through ordering cheeseburgers for their newfoundlands. Many times people’s dogs have lunged and barked at me, only to have their…

Crashing the Men’s Room

Every time I go to a busy public place, I run into the same problem. Part of the issue is my pathetic bladder, which, since it no longer has a uterus to prop it up, tends to complain if it isn’t emptied way too many times a day. It’s rather like using a waterglass for…

Uterine Saga Part Seven: The Aftermath

At long last, here I am at the final chapter of the story of my evil uterus Augustine, who was banished to a place far, far away, almost four years ago. If you haven’t read the previous chapters, I recommend starting at the beginning. Part One: The Back Story Part Two: Full Revolt Part Three:…

Uterine Saga Part Six: Under the Knife

When I decided to discuss my history of severe uterine pain, I didn’t anticipate chapter after chapter of the gritty details. I guess enough time has passed now that many of the events related to my hysterectomy have blended together. These days, I think of Titanic as a movie about love and tragedy, and I…

Uterine Saga Part Five: The Road to Freedom

This is the next installment in the story of why I chose to have a hysterectomy at age 25. Readers who have just arrived will want to click on the “uterus” tag at the bottom of this post to go back to the beginning and read parts one through four to catch up. I’m sharing…

Uterine Saga Part Four: The IUD (Insanely Unpleasant Disaster)

I sent my uterus, Augustine, away at 25 years old. She was a terrible houseguest, left a mess, and raised hell most days, and she just couldn’t stay here anymore. This is the next part of the saga, but if you haven’t read parts one, two, or three yet, I suggest you read those first….

Uterine Saga Part Three: Gynecologist Fails

I’m setting a goal to finish this series before I go back to school in the middle of August, so here’s the next segment in the story of my uterus and why I sent her packing. If you’re new or need review, you can read part one and part two of the uterine saga to…