Yeah, getting my IUD inserted (and my previous one removed) hurt a LOT. I knew going in that it could hurt, but it hurt WAY more than I anticipated.
'Heart Of Gold'
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Americans are from pioneer stock. We don't need no pain medications.
erika, I'm so very sorry.
Seriously, if it hurts, why aren't painkillers offered? Isn't that what they're for?
Only if you're a male-type person, with manly symptoms of the manly body. Apparently. Women in pain? It's all in our heads.
It's Eve's fault.
I had an IUD about a few decades ago. It hurt like hell a couple days And Then Came Out! It is not a fond memory. Apparently they are a whole bunch better than they were back then, but the body still does not appreciate the insertion.
I am so sorry erika
Also sorry Consuela that we didn't warn you. I don't remember mine hurting overly, but that just means that it didn't hurt any more than the cervical biopsy and the 3 IUIs I had done.
Ok, guess who has two uncoordinated thumbs, an awkward family thanksgiving AND her period.(Dental cleaning on Friday, too, just to keep the streak alive.) You know what, Universe, fuck you! And, yeah, I know, maybe one of my family members will get feverish or fall on their heads and become exceedingly warm and awesome(really doubt it...my secret in my head plan is to pretend that I've never really met them before, tbh) and, you know, I could cry right now thinking about, say, Sandra Bland's family this year, but still, I've never felt less grateful in my life without being a snotty eleven-year-old or deeply depressed.
People keep worrying about my being in the hospital for Thanksgiving. I have no emotional attachment to Thanksgiving or any other "family" holiday. I am somewhat more depressed by Christmas, the holiday of my father's most spectacular drunken exhibitions, my cousin explaining the world based on talk radio, his wife's bigoted rants and screaming political arguments. Normally they were doing the screaming, but once when my cousin cited G. Gordon Liddy as a source, I completely lost my shit and screamed, "He puts cigarettes out on his palms."