Hmm. It sounds great, but the kind of side effects just about any type of pill I've tried gives me (high blood pressure! depression! no libido whatsoever!) have made very, very nervous about any kind of hormonal birth control. I know the risks are lower with non-oral hormonal delivery systems, but since I know for certain that by sticking to barrier methods I can prevent pregnancy and be a reasonably cheerful and libidinous person with normal bp, I'm awfully conservative on the subject.

My OB avoided the epinephrine with me for the Mirena. I think she prefers to avoid it whenever possible, because the side effects suck. Now I can't remember why it's used sometimes.

I've never had LEEP, but you're probably right about it being similar. If you're smart and make sure to plan and schedule ahead, you can have it done around the same time as your 6 week check up. For some reason, I'm convinced that the sooner post-partum you have it done, the more comfortable the inserting will be.

VW, I hope things go back on the upswing for you.

Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

The universe hates me today. I decided to go ahead with my plan of trying to finish cleaning in the living room.

I made the mistake of moving a bookshelf by myself to sweep under it. It moved just fine. I swept under it, then began to move it back.

It collapsed.

From the inside.

So the shell is still standing.

But all the books, shelves, and other misc crap on it are now in a heap on the floor.

Thank God for Nutty, who is currently on her way over to help me salvage Emily's stuff.

Now I can't remember why it's used sometimes.

It reduces the amount of bleeding.

edited to add whitefonted detail:they had to use it for me because they were cutting out actual pieces of my cervix.

But it still SUCKS.

{{{vw}}} I'm glad it didn't fall on you.

But all the books, shelves, and other misc crap on it are now in a heap on the floor.

See what happens when you clean?! All kinds of bad stuff.

Oy! Bad bookshelf!

Ah, yeah. That makes sense, Cash. And while there is some light bleeding from the clamping and the numbing injections, it's just light, so wear crappy undies and you're golden.

Actually, it did fall on me. But I'm fine. I'm more upset about the mess.

And ha! ha! Hec. You're so funny. Unfortunately, the place needs to look livable when we show it to potential roommates.

See what happens when you clean?! All kinds of bad stuff.

This is why I avoid it as much as possible.

All unrelated, due to #3 making me spacey:

1. That's the excuse I'll make the next time someone remarks upon my filthy apartment: "What are you, nuts? I don't want a bookshelf to fall on me!"

2. I'm leery about going back on the pill b/c of my blood pressure, so maybe I ought to ask about the IUD. Though hell will freeze over before I ever have sex again, so I have no idea why I'm even thinking about birth control.

3. Gave blood after work. I donate really fast (5 minutes is the longest it's ever taken). I came as close to passing out as I ever have when I got out of the chair (got all woozy, saw spots, dropped my Harry Potter book on my foot). Technician grabbed me and got me back into the chair and brought me juice and cookies and told me jokes until I felt well enough to toddle on home. Good thing the place I donate is right around the corner from my apartment.

I am so embarassed. That has *never* happened to me when giving blood.

4. I'm about 30 pages away from the end of Harry Potter and I have to go find out what happens.