Did I mention I was having a bad day?

Remember how I said I had a “little gyneocologic procedure” done this morning? Well, my freezing is out and I feel like I’ve been punched in the crotch… or that I’ve just given birth… yes, that is a more accurate description.

I just passed the Dr in the hall who did the procedure and she asked how I was doing. I replied to her with a description similar to that above. She was concerned: “That is really unusual… can I have another look?”

Back into the stirrups… little light between the legs… second time in one day.

I texted my husband:

Me: D. is looking at my vag again

DH: She can’t get enough, huh? 🙂

Me: It’s really sore and she said it shouldn’t be…

Me: I now have a bilateral vulvar hematoma. Yay. No sex for a while now.

DH: Ouch! Why? Did she hit something? Are you clotting normally? (Really? you’re asking me about my clotting capacity while my poor vag is throbbing???)

DH: Is she worried about an infection?

Me: Yes, Sort of.

DH: So do you need to go home and ice your vag?

Me: I am currently icing my vag (nb. I am sitting in my office chair on a makeshift donut with a bag of ice in the center. Seriously).

DH: Oh, good. Can I come and get that leftover sandwich now? (Really? Food? You are worried about food while my vag is throbbing???)

Me: Can I just give it to you when you come pick me up?

DH: Well, I have to come and visit you and your vag during this trying time…