Countdown Begins...

So I'm off to bed now at a mere 10p because I have to get up at the crack o' dawn for my uterus repair job. By the time everyone reads this hopefully all will be over and I'll be in a nice drug induced haze. I'm a tiny nervous but not anything major. It can't be worse than a d&c or a miscarriage at home....that's for sure...What I say? You mean there will be a doctor and drugs in a professionally staffed hospital? Not me on a toilet in major pain praying that I don't bleed to death? FABULOUS. Where do I sign?

Jeeze...How did I get so blunt and crude? When did that happen? Oh yeah...see above experiences.

Anywhoos, of course i've also used my good ol' "I'd rather do this than a public speaking experience in front of 500 people" (the worst thing possible in my book).

So with that at top of mind I'm super psyched.

Here's hoping that my doc can go in and kick some septum ass.