|I call this Make Your Own Vacation|
Before I go, I want to remind you to check out my sidebar. There's Lola's contest (click the sexy bunny) and lots of great stuff on the blogroll.
Also, a special wish for a safe and wonderful move to susan who has recently retired and will be leaving the Pacific Northwest to go to her new home in Nova Scotia. That's a lot of change and I can't wait to see what art and stories come from it.
Thanks for the supportive and encouraging comments about the weight gain and IUD. I called to make an appointment to have the IUD removed and was informed that it would take up to a week to check my insurance benefits. After that, they'd make an appointment for the simple procedure. Good thing we don't have that vile socialized medicine. While I wait a week just to be able to make an appointment because the private bureaucrats have to decide if I'm "approved" or not, I noticed on one of the Mirena message boards that the posting Brits would be on in the morning writing about their symptoms and their decision to go through with the removal and then they'd be back later the same day to about their appointment scheduled in the next day or two to have their IUD removed. Oh yes, our system is superior.
While I wait for word from the doctor's office, I suggested to MathMan that we do a DIY. His miner's hat with the light on top (don't ask), some clamps and a pair of needle nose pliers from his tool box and we're all set, right? Sadly, he declined. I don't know what he's worried about. It's not his birth canal.
Oh, BTW, Que. I mentioned to him how you'd busted me on the sex drive ruse. You were right. He knew he was being taken for a ride. Metaphorically. He responded with a choice one-liner.
"Who am I to get in the way of you and your uterus?"
Indeed. Tell that to the insurance company.
Have a great weekend, lovers.
Love this guy's lyrics.