I've had two little friends causing me a bit of bother of late. Sadly not imaginary, nor particularly welcome.
One in particular was causing mighty interference with my inner workings. So, yesterday Little Ms Fundal Fibrous Polyp was forcibly evicted, leaving Little Ms Fibroid sobbing "All By Myself" into an imaginary microphone, Bridget Jones stylee.
This is a brief post. Polyp removal is straightforward enough and can be done without anaesthetic. Given my risk of complications arising from anaesthetics, I took the plunge and endured seven minutes (yes, I know...an eternity) of teeth-grinding unpleasantness.
The worst bit was actually in the recovery room when all the nerves surrounding my uterus decided to have a big internal firework display in protest at a major cavity being pumped full of saline fluid.
Still, although a little tired today, the pain was temporary and I am finally free of my unwelcome guest. All two centimetres of her. I find it bizarre that something the size of a grape could have been causing so much rumpus on a monthly basis.
I have to confess I felt quite chuffed when the consultant came in and asked if I'd feed back on natural pain relief. I agreed to be part of a polyp removal research project before it was done and it would seem, being a crip an' all that I will be most useful to them. And I thought they'd just laugh if I insisted on plugging into my relaxation music and huffing and puffing rhythmically.
Last time I did that I had a baby.