It was a really weird pain – kind of like I was seriously hungry.
I don’t really like hospitals, and thought that laying in my bed with a heating pad was the best idea ever, but Bean started making threats like – “If you don’t feel better soon, I’m taking you to the Emergency Room”.
That sounds like fun, right??
Anyway – I got to sleep with my heating pad. But in the morning, I did NOT feel like going to work.
So Bean got all bossy and made me go to the ER.
We were there for hours. Not in the waiting room – we got into an room right away, but it took most of the day where I was
They weren’t really sure what the deal was, because I have an IUD and you know, since it’s there obviously it could be a problem.
I spent 2 days laying in a bed waiting for a gynecologist to come in and consult because of that.
Though I did get A LOT of action while in the hospital. Three different people felt me up, and not one of them was my husband. I'm such a hussy.
The real problem was that I brought cigarettes, and the nurse said they couldn’t let me go smoke because it’s a non-smoking campus.
Whatever. As soon as they’d let me up to walk, I was finding somewhere to smoke.
Except that Bean took my fucking cigarettes with him to work.
So the next day I made him leave me some, and I got to smoke.
But on the third day he took my fucking lighter!!
Really?? Once, is an accident. Twice is not. I’m taking notes buddy. Just remember that you’re having surgery in January. Maybe you’re smokes will magically disappear.