I woke up around 2:30 this morning. It was all about the puking. It's been a good month or two since my last go 'round with my asshole stomach.
Today is the 5th anniversary of my hysterectomy. I had this thought that my stomach was trying to remind me of the whole disaster which was all my reproductive parts. Well, all except one of my ovaries. Anyway, I don't know that I really believe in something like that, but it did cross my mind.
How has it been 5 years? Each year I want it to get easier and I'm not sure that it does. Maybe it's a little more difficult this year because my remaining ovary is kind of a bitch lately. I've been thinking about having it taken out. Taking it out means instant menopause. Do I want that? I don't know.
On to another year.
