UGH it’s stupid. They will have literally every hormonal birth control on hand because there are uses other than birth control – hormone regulation, lightening of periods, etc. But NOPE to the copper IUD because it’s only purpose is to prevent babies and the catholic company thinks that’s bad.
Got a call today from the office that they might have a workaround. Fingers crossed.
I’ve been considering it for a while but I’ve been chicken. But I’m tired of knowing the hormonal bc I’ve been on could have been a major contributor to at times debilitating anxiety for a decade. If that goes away I’ll suffer through painful insertion. But I’m definitely drinking a lot of wine and having husband bring me a cake the next day.
I know people’s experiences differ a lot but I got the Mirena and the insertion was very manageable. I mentioned to my doctor that I had taken the whole day off and she seemed to think it was overkill. I would have been capable of going in to work after but it was nice to go home and nap instead. Wine and cake sounds like a great recovery strategy. Wish I would have thought of it!
Yeah, definitely arrange your schedule so you can lie on the couch all afternoon/evening and have Greyman fill your wine glass and genuflect to your commitment to responsible birth control. The first day was rough and crampy for me, but by the next day it was fine.
The book I wanted to read wasn’t available at the library as an e book, and the paper book is killing my hands.
Not a complaint: the book is worth hand pain. mean by myriam gurba.
Edit to add: major trigger warning for sexual assault in that book. Incredible book, but oof.
got a new job and booked a dentist appointment online (I’m a few months overdue for a cleaning) in the same day. also did a load of laundry. this is one for the Adulting Books.
My mouse is wearing out. Right button responds intermittently and the scroll wheel has also stopped doing anything. Pulling it apart to clean it didn’t help. V sad, do not want to buy another, but want wireless b/c they are the best, so I guess I will buy a new one.
Thanks for the trigger warning. That’s the kind of thing that can set me off for weeks. I had to throw out an old sci-fi series because of something like that.
And by throw out I mean feed it to my oyster mushrooms. Turning bad shit into food is cathartic.
One of my regular clients, who has epilepsy, was cleared by his doctor to start driving again, so he no longer needs me. I miss talking to him. Obviously I know where he lives, but we weren’t close enough for me to just show up. I probably won’t see him again unless something bad happens to him, which of course I don’t want.
Since you have his address, send him a letter, like on paper. Or, less weird, a postcard and a breezy “just saying hi.” Either would give him the means to contact you back.
I’ve probably complained of this before. I’ve had my email address forever. Someone else keeps using it. I get emails about their children. I get emails about their lexus and mercedes. I get emails with their boarding passes, tax returns, and today I got their HR portal with their username and cleartext password along with instructions on how to request vacation, cancel requests, and even change their direct deposit info. I’ve tried calling them, mailing them, etc to let them know. It hasn’t worked. If I would just go black hat for 20 minutes i could retire on my own private freaking island. Le sigh.
Do you have a common name in the address? This happens to my best friend (her email is relatively common enough first name + first letter of last name).
my address is first name + last name @ < vendor >.com They have the same name, but their email has their middle initial. My guess is that they either forget when typing, or they fill things out by hand and the people who do data entry are messing it up.
My doppelganger is in Florida and her email address is yahoo not my vendor. I have considered stealing her house and or mortgage funds. Sadly, she only owns one luxury vehicle.
She does own a dog, and his genetic testing confirms he’s a small mutt