Somedays it feels like I live in an Edgar Allen Poe world. "NEVERMORE"
Days when Voldermort (my name for that damn scar I carry) decides to give me a zing, just to say "hey, I am still here!!! HA HA HA HA HA! Remember ME, I NEVER GO AWAY!" Sigh...
Thanks, Thanks a lot.
Days when I wish I could actually wear bikini underwear without the waist band landing right on Voldermort, and pissing him off into a rage.
Days when my granny panties roll down in a meeting and thus inevitebly piss Voldermort off, besides my best actions at silencing him I sit there suffering.
Him, why do I call my scar a HIM? I don't know, Froydian maybe?
Maybe because he that gaveth to me was a man?
The OB man that told me
"If you were my wife you would have a ..."
Oh how I longed to put the real words there instead of cesarean....
........Bladder that does not work quite right
........Numbness that never goes away, heck I probably could set it on fire!
........Weird pain forever just because, because, because
........Ugyl bikini cut 6" scar. Yeah, you CAN wear a bikini without showing your scar, (but it will be uncomfortable as hell ha ha ha)
........Scarred damaged uterus
.......Limit to the number of children you want, if you are dumb enough to have another child, we will treat you as a uterine time bomb!
......A nice pre-baby vajayjay, but the rest of your innards are so f-ed up from adhesions, you will not even think about sex again
......Apathetic people surround you. People could care less that you were just split in two, put together like a dumpling, and might not be happy about it, Smile! People will label you a wack job... Smile...
......Lobotomy. Your emotions, your life, your body mean nothing, you are just a vessel for the more important good, a child, who has more rights than you
..... An ASS HOLE for a husband!
Damn, I hate Voldermort!
Days when Voldermort (my name for that damn scar I carry) decides to give me a zing, just to say "hey, I am still here!!! HA HA HA HA HA! Remember ME, I NEVER GO AWAY!" Sigh...
Thanks, Thanks a lot.
Days when I wish I could actually wear bikini underwear without the waist band landing right on Voldermort, and pissing him off into a rage.
Days when my granny panties roll down in a meeting and thus inevitebly piss Voldermort off, besides my best actions at silencing him I sit there suffering.
Him, why do I call my scar a HIM? I don't know, Froydian maybe?
Maybe because he that gaveth to me was a man?
The OB man that told me
"If you were my wife you would have a ..."
Oh how I longed to put the real words there instead of cesarean....
........Bladder that does not work quite right
........Numbness that never goes away, heck I probably could set it on fire!
........Weird pain forever just because, because, because
........Ugyl bikini cut 6" scar. Yeah, you CAN wear a bikini without showing your scar, (but it will be uncomfortable as hell ha ha ha)
........Scarred damaged uterus
.......Limit to the number of children you want, if you are dumb enough to have another child, we will treat you as a uterine time bomb!
......A nice pre-baby vajayjay, but the rest of your innards are so f-ed up from adhesions, you will not even think about sex again
......Apathetic people surround you. People could care less that you were just split in two, put together like a dumpling, and might not be happy about it, Smile! People will label you a wack job... Smile...
......Lobotomy. Your emotions, your life, your body mean nothing, you are just a vessel for the more important good, a child, who has more rights than you
..... An ASS HOLE for a husband!
Damn, I hate Voldermort!
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