I didn't go to the OB-GYN forever because the woman I went to (I tore part of my labia when I was in college) asked me: "Were you sexually assaulted?" "No." "Did you fall on a bicycle handle then?" "No." "Hmm, Do you have rough sex?" "I'm a virgin, so no." She asks me this while my legs are wide open on the table.…

I had a professor who did this, and it worked for her (she has three little girls now hahaha) and it seemed really interesting... I'm just growing more and more in favour of a more holistic approach, it just makes so much more sense.

That is INSANE!!! I mean, that's why I think it's soooo evil, one tiny shot should not be that life altering unless it's SAVING your life. I only gained 6 lbs. or so, but I know other women (after the fact) who said it was like someone pulled the ripcord on them and others who had nothing happen. One of my students…

Now *THAT* is a good giggle and some shifty eyes... did they reconcile permanently or just long enough to make boom boom baby?

lol Yes!!! I cried over EVERYTHING and finally Mr Edie Googled it and said, "Don't ever, EVER get that shot again." It was literally like an out-of-body experience. And I *know* I have crazy problems, but NOTHING has ever come close before or since to that drama. I was the biggest diva ever.

They're shipping me to a specialist (literally today they made the call) because I have officially mystified every physician I have sought out for the yeast thing (I had one so bad it went to my rectum, hey thanks!). And I told them I don't feel like PUTTING MORE SHIT INTO MY BODY KTHX.

And there totally used to be the phenomenon of the "oopsie" baby when you'd know people who had kids and the difference between the youngest and the oldest/middle was 10+ years. There'd be a good giggle and some eyebrows raised, but that was a true "oopsie," and people were generally surprised, but delighted. Now an…

I don't take it because the first kind I took: Depo Provera, made me a completely psychotic mess who would randomly start sobbing in the Target parking lot and then when I finally GOT my period, I basically hemorrhaged for three weeks. The second kind I took, which I have no idea what it's called when it's not…

Richard III vs. Paddington Bear might actually get me to watch the Olympics.

The odds are better for me to complete a Rubik's Cube blindfolded then try to even conjecture what goes on in that gnome's mini mind. Bless his heart!

lol There is nothing so humbling as getting a dirty look from the cat. I always feel like such an asshole when I'm apologising to him, but it just seems like the appropriate thing to do. "I'm so sorry, your Imperial Majesty, please forgive me and my totally inconsiderate bladder!" *rends clothes and throws ashes on…

Ooo la la! I completely believe it. Makes perfect sense in the reality that I inhabit.

I once told Mr Edie about RA and showed him a picture of him from Robin Hood. Now, Mr Edie has a very specific picture of me (sweet, kind, creative), so he tends to flip out a little when I wander by with a book on Jack the Ripper or say, a picture of Guy of Gisbourne ("Who is THAT?") I managed to assuage him a bit by…

Hollywood got ahold of him and unlike his compatriots he made a go of it. That's my theory anyway... as long as Richard Armitage stays in the U.K., I'm okay letting go of Gerard.

Aww! I found him once swinging in some hanging baskets in my kitchen. You're lucky you have a cat who knows how to reverse itself. Wooster was a big fail when it came to that, especially the time he pushed himself into one of those long Pepsi boxes.

I've put my cat in a lot of crazy places, but I never put him in a drawer and shut it. He used to like to sleep in the bathroom sink, which was, well, you know how it goes: cat's sleeping in the sink, you need to go find an alternative basin to do your washing.

I had the Depo Provera shot last year and didn't have my period for six months. I only had the shot once and it made me a crazy person. I'm also fairly convinced that it's related to the host of other lady problems I've been having for the last year (repeated yeast, one round of BV, and an unexplained burning that I…

I always heard of this as either having a double-barreled last name or even, in some cases, a triple-barreled last name (see: Lady Annabel Vane-Tempest-Stewart for example). I have three middle names, one of which was my grandmother's surname and my father's middle name. Sometimes I hyphenate it, most of the time I…

I saw his interview with Gerard Butler way back when and that was pretty much it for me. It felt really, really dirty, but in that jumping in sexy mud puddles kind of way.

Well, according to a post a few days ago, I gave my mother breast cancer by being a HUUUUUGE BITCH when I was born, so I guess this is evening up the score... well, it would be if she had smoked pot before I was born, but this is a woman who tried to change the channel the other night with the portable phone, so maybe…