The line for the women’s bathroom stretched onto the stairway. If I were at a theme park, the wait time would probably be upwards of 25 minutes. I held the empty Diet Coke cup in my hand, just in case me or the poor very pregnant woman in line ahead of us couldn’t old it […]
Note: First, This post contains graphic imagery. If surgical photos make you queasy, this is not for you. Also, I apologize in advance if this post seems choppy or hard to follow. It has been written in 30 minute increments over the last few days, under heavy pain medication while lying flat on my back. It has been six days since […]
All my friends are piles deep into KonMari’ing their lives. Piles of clothes and clutter they no longer need. I am not doing that. Honestly, I’m not purging my closets and desk drawers, because I’ve already purged my closets and desk drawers. I used to mentally anguish over what I would grab in case of […]
I mean, I put the matches down. And I’m here. So that counts. I’m not crying (as much) anymore. I’m not checking the time on my phone and calculating how far into my post-uterine life I am supposed to be. I’m just… here. Waiting. I have no answers to offer you. We have two roads […]
By the time you read this, I’ll be… I’ll be in my fucking bed. In my fucking room. In my fucking house. Laying next to my fucking husband who took off work to be with me not in this fucking house, but in the fucking hospital, getting my fucking surgeries. I’m angry. I’m so angry […]
I can no longer take Advil. Or vitamins. Or shave off my pubic hair. As of this morning, I have to stop having sex and wearing lotion. I’ve spent a lot of time looking at scribbled drawings of my vagina, bladder, urethra, and uterus on various packets of paper. I was sitting in the chair […]
“Remember to be safe, okay?” Andy leaned over and kissed me in the dark at 4:30am. He was on his way to work, I was laying in bed for another hour or so, before getting up, getting the boys to school, and then heading out on a seven hour road trip with Gigi. Remembering to […]
So, podcasts are having a moment. (Thank god.)
It’s April, my birthday month, which is also the start of a marathon mind fuck surrounding things like mortality and the afterlife and if Hunger Games time will come before or after I am gone.
Sometimes I wake up and know from the second I take my morning pee, checking my phone on the toilet until my legs go numb, that I will not be fit for the internet.