Hank is what F and I named the retained pregnancy tissue hanging out in my uterus (We've learned that you need a sense of humor to survive infertility. The more macabre the better).
The night before the hysteroscopy and d&c, we said our goodbyes to Hank. It was probably light cramping from the SIS, but I imagined Hank protesting against the walls of my uterus as we talked of his ablation.
My 44 days of miscarriage bleeding and/or spotting? Hank.
Painful ovulation symptoms with spotting? Hank.
What I thought was a period, a HEAVY period, only fifteen days after miscarriage spotting stopped? Nope, Hank
Hank, you bastard.
9 comments:
lol!
Wow. Hank is definitely a bastard! Blah. I'm glad that you were quickly able to get in for the procedure and hopefully will heal quickly.
But, yeah, dark humor is sometimes the only way to deal with all this crap!
Wow... Hank.. He needed a time out.. guess that is what he got... (hugs)... I hope you recover very quickly.
(ICLW #21)
Love your sense of humor. Farewell Hank!
Bye bye hank! Totally need sense of humor to get through what we go through!
Hi from ICLW. I agree -- a sense of humor is the best way to handle this. I always tell my hubby, it's either laugh or cry. So long, Hank!
Bastard, indeed! I'm glad Hank's gone!
Good riddance Hank. Hope you recover quickly!
Love this!
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