Today I am commemorating sixteen years since I had my hysterectomy.
Couldn’t get that sucker out of there fast enough, if you ask me. I suffered through ten years of what they laughingly call “peri-menopause.”
(Otherwise known as “your HMO won’t do a hysterectomy unless you’ve got a mass or are just about dead.” And they wouldn’t do a sonogram to find out if there was a mass, so the bean counters won that round.)
Anyhoo, I’ve gone from being the sole support of the tampon industry to having a vested interest in Poise pads now. Life is funny.