Flashdance!

Ooooh boy, am I hot! Smoking hot! Wanting to rip my clothes like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance hot.

Yeah, the Loopy-ron has kicked in. I am hot-flashing all over the place. I'm generally up a few times each night, sweating up a storm, and have to get out from the sheets, walk to the cool tiles of the bathroom. Then, almost as fast as it comes, it's gone. And I'm cold. Run back to bed, jump under the warm covers. It is truly crazy. And it happens during the day too. Oh yeah, I'm hot, alright!

My mantra is "It will all be worth it in the end" over and over again. It will be, right? It better be.

In fibroid news, Mr. P found out last week that his work really wants him to attend a conference, which of course happens on the exact same days as my fibroid surgery at the far-away clinic. Sigh - our lives are not that interesting or jam-packed. Generally, we don't have that much going on. But when it rains, it pours, right? Everything always seems to happen at the same time. And I really do want him to go to this conference, it will be very good for him, career-wise. So, I called my mom, and asked her to come with me in Mr. P's place. And she agreed! So while I'd like Mr. P to be there, I am really glad my mom will be there to help me after the surgery.

Oh, and IF Optimist asked about 'roid details. I have a fairly small (I think it's small, like 1.2 cm all around, slightly calcified) fibroid, that is impinging in my uterine cavity. I think it is just barely under the lining, but it bulges into the ute near the entrance at the cervix. Honestly, I'm not so convinced it is crucial it comes out (compared to other people's stories) but Dr. Famous wants it out, so out it comes. The surgery itself is transvaginal, like a hysteroscopy, and he'll slice that thing right out. So no lap, no scars (on the outside at least). I'm hoping minimal recovery time. We'll see.

Whew, that's it. Gotta go walk on some cool tiles now.