So, you've been listening to me whining about the perimenopause, my hormonal imbalances, and my periods or lack thereof for, like, a year now, right? Well, I must therefore tell you that it's now official: I hate my uterus and it hates me. We're not even frenemies anymore. It's all out war.
Carry on.
xoxo
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There ought to be a blog tag for "Female Troubles", and a switch that guys can set so as not to accidentally have to read too much.
To me, all out war with a uterus is the practical definition of "marriage", or at least fading final years of one, and if only surgery would have been an option for me. I guess, considering my lawyer to be somewhat of a legal surgeon, I can think of things that way in a figurative sense... And, just like surgery, it costs an arm and a leg! (ba dump bump).
Have you considered Indian eyebrow threading as a potential therapy?
Hey! If fifteen years from now you want to go on and on in a public forum about your developing prostate problems, *I* will not avert my eyes. hahahaha
I'm trusting in the research that suggests a positive correlation between long-term prostate health and regular sexual activity. ;-)
Yeah, that lack of sex and a nap yesterday was probably hazardous to your health. Just sayin.
Damn, I'm ahead of the researchers again. My prostate is very healthy, thx.
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