Pharmacy Funny

I went to the pharmacy the other day to pick up a few things.

1. Tampons
2. Prenatal vitamins
3. Birth control pills

Quite the combo.

When I was checking out, the pharmacy tech scanned my tampons and placed them in the bag and then as is their protocol, he read off what I was picking up. He said, "Here is your prescription for birth control pills and here is you prescription for ... prenatal vitamins? Did I mess this up?" He then glances in the bag at my tampons.

I suppressed a giggle and told him, yes, he was correct with my prescriptions and then paid and went on my merry way. The poor kid is new and looks like he's fresh out of high school. I think I nearly gave him a heart attack when he thought he messed up.

Only an IFer would have an awesome pharmacy combo like that.

Well folks...

In a few days I'll be starting with bcp (birth control pills) again. But this time it's so we can get pregnant. Funny, huh?

You see, I have a septum in my uterus. For a visual model: see this, section V.b. For explanation: see Dr. Google.

I have to have it removed via laparoscopy/hysteroscopy (also see Dr. Google for explanation). In order for this surgery to be successful, my RE (reproductive endocrinologist) needs a thin uterine lining. She would also like for my cysts to be suppressed so back on bcp I go!

Fair warning, dedicated readers, I turn into a monstrous emotional mess while on these lovely pills. Complete crazy lady. Complete. My apologies in advance.

BUT, once done with the surgery, we can then go straight into treatments. I can't wait for my date with a turkey baster. I kid, I kid. Kinda. It's much more technical than that but still the same principle.

So there you have it blogging world. This is what's going on with me and my girly parts. And if you'd like other visuals I can provide those as well, like of my actual ute. It's very photogenic as several doctors have taken it's picture in the past few months :)

Things on my mind...

I sometimes wonder what people will think, sometimes I don’t care. No one has given me reason to feel alone, but I do. Facebook makes me feel even more alone. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, but I don’t want your negative opinions. Real pain isn’t always physical. Telling isn’t as easy as it seems. I’m a coward and I’m scared to tell even my closest friends. Living on, living strong: that’s the only real option. Eventually our time will come.

Dear Lindsay,

It's been two years since we said goodbye. Two years since you left this earth, since you were taken from this earth. I miss you everyday. I'm thinking of your parents today and hope that they are able to find peace and at the very least get through the day with a full meal and a good night's sleep. I know even that is probably too much to ask though. I'm sure they've never slept the same since their angel was taken by someone else's reckless mistake. I wore your bracelet today and wear your great aunts necklace everyday. It brings me comfort to have those pieces of you close to me all the time.


I miss you and I'll see you someday again.

Me, Lindsay and Jessica. The last picture of the three of us.