Poetry Friday the 13th
I want to thank you all for your kind words and emails, regarding the shenanigans of my body this week. You all rock. You know that, right? All of you…you there, and You, and YOU…. MWAH....
Got some good news yesterday afternoon at the OB’s office. I had printed out a government document on the treatment of fibroids (I linked to it yesterday), and showed it to my OB. He read through it, looked at the results of my ultrasounds from Tuesday, ruled out a few procedures based on my current state, and wants to rule out cancer (a simple test, a week from Monday). Once cancer is ruled out, he will put me on The Pill…WOOHOO! One pill a day, low-dose, to control things…won’t shrink the fibroids, but will get me through the next few years when hopefully menopause will kick in and shrink those babies up ta nuthin’. If The Pill doesn’t police it well enough, we’ll do a UFE, where a radiologist will inject small plastic pellets into the fibroids, cutting off the blood supply…I’ll be off work only one week. THEN, last resort, the hysterectomy.
I don’t have to tell you I am extremely pleased at the options I have. I could have kissed that OB, I was so happy. Freaked-Out Mona has left the building.
So, it’s Friday, and a loosy-goosy DIY Friday here in Blogland. I have no poetry, other than this:
Kiss the doctor
But I do have this song running through my head on an endless loop. It must have also been on a commercial, like maybe iPod?, something enough to cause me obsession. The beat is very sexy, very much like sex, very thumpy, yeah, we likes that in my house.
It’s also Friday the 13th. Pah. Whatevah. We should all drink and go shopping. Let’s go visit Gary…he gets free beer AND will sell us the most awesomest stuff imaginable.
Have a good weekend, y’all!