September 2nd, 2009
Good news: the dress was easily remedied. This is why I am not a seamstress: all I saw was disaster, whereas they saw a simple adjustment of the breast padding and boom, the dress fits and I will look fabulous. Er, as fabulous as one can look in a bride’s maid dress. So I will look shiny, I guess, and vaguely uncomfortable.
Bad news: my internal female parts have gone back into revolt, which I assume is some kind of aftershock phenomenon from the IUD. It’s been a week of feeling sometimes fine alternating with sometimes crampy after the total hell of insertion day, but right now I am back in full on pain. All I want to do is lie in bed and, since sleep seems a remote possibility, allow my mind to wander. Maybe watch some bad TV, maybe have a rye. I would probably offer up my prized collection of Philip K. Dick books for a slow back rub. But back in real land world, I will be hosting, cleaning, making dinner for guests, and doing girly nailpolish stuff with my neices. Those are all good things, I just find it hard to enjoy them when I feel like I’m being stabbed in the guts.
So I am feeling rather sorry for myself right now. Sulking is unbecoming but if you can’t be self absorbed on your own blog, then really, where can you?