Nobody told me that I could get another period.
(Well, I guess the doctor told husband that since I was mid cycle, I would get one more and likely in a few days). Lo and behold! Shark week on top of healing weak? what the fuck. What the FUCK.
I am pretty crabby at the moment, to be honest. I’m tired, weak, cabin fevered, and miserable.
Just reminding myself that at least it wont turn into cancer. And, I have control over my bladder now…