So, another two days of my life have been eaten by the vile organ. I know I whine about this every month, but just DAMN. If you had chills, sweats and nauseating cramps, you’d whine, too.
At least the Dr I’m seeing is supportive of my getting the vile organ removed. She is encouraging me to call her surgeon and see if I can negotiate a deal. ::sigh:: Even a “deal” here is twice as much as Costa Rica ($10-20k on a good day here vs $10k for tickets, the surgery and a nice stay at the beach there). The thing that holds me back from Costa Rica is that I have no referrals. I don’t know who these fuckers are down there and have no idea if they are decent or just veterinarians on vacation. Not that a veterinarian couldn’t do the procedure, I mean, hell, it’s the same parts as a cat or dog. It’s the sanitation and recovery that worries me. And having to go alone. SUCK.
So, I’ve had two more days of my life sucked away by a vile nasty organ that I don’t want and won’t use. That makes about 720 days (almost 2 years) of my life by my count wasted due to this bullshit. So, yah, I’m BITTER. I’m bitter that every female I know without her uterus (conveniently paid for by insurance) is happy as can be. They don’t have to sit up all night with chills, sweats, body splitting cramps and nausea. They don’t have to feel like they got run over by a Mack truck for days. They don’t have to have their husbands take up the slack because they can’t get off the fucking couch. (Good thing I’ve got an awesome hubby that doesn’t mind taking care of me.)
I really hate to go into debt, but I just can’t live like this. I just CAN’T. I’m going to explore Costa Rica some more, but dammit, I just want it done and over with. I just want to be free.
Is that so much to ask?