Okay, so, after 18 months, I’m having my Mirena removed. I had it put in, essentially because I was sold on the idea that there was an 80% chance that I would stop getting my period. And, yes, I did stop getting actual periods, but what I had instead were 10-14 days of light spotting every five weeks. Not ideal. Worse, I gained a TON of weight, which…unless you’re being rescued from a deserted island, isn’t something most women strive for.
Tracy: Where are you?
Me: I’m at the Gynecologist, getting my IUD yanked out.
Tracy: Nice image. Text me when you’re done.
(ten minutes later)
Me: Done. Easy peasy.
Tracy: Why did you have it removed, again?
Tracy: Ewww…you took a picture of it?
Me: That’s not the one that came out of me, weirdo, that’s the sample in the waiting room.
Tracy: How many people were in the waiting room?
Me: I don’t know, 25?
Tracy: So, 25 people just watched you take a picture of something that amounts to a Vagina Lego, and you’re calling ME a weirdo?