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…
Thanks. I love you too. Did I mention we aren’t having sex for a while?