Labyrinths

So, I've been stressing over writing this post, hoping something magical would happen so I didn't have a reason to even think about it. No luck. The polyps they removed from my surgery last week turned out to show simple hyperplasia. Yeah, I'd never heard of it either. I've got way too much estrogen, and it's 

causing the excessive growths/polyps they found. It wouldn't be such a big deal, but it's a fairly worrying risk sign for pre-cancerous cells. The treatments range from progesterone pills all the way up to hysterectomies. At the moment I'm on progesterone pills, which are as ever giving me odd side effects.

A keychain I turned into a necklace, the traditional Chartres labyrinth

I'm pulling out my happy jewelry, since everything seems to be going all pear-shaped. For a long time, I've felt a big affinity for labyrinths, tree of life jewelry, and other...branchy type symbols. So, pro-tip? Go see your gynecologist regularly, unlike me, who slacked off until I had several very weird ultra-long periods.

Gurneys are the work of the devil (also, I cut my hair)

Sweater and boots - Simply Be, Shirt - thrift store, Pants - Denim 24/7,.

So, it turns out that hospital gurneys are the hardest, most evil beds known to man. I had my surgery* (they found some polyps, but everything went fine), but it was delayed because the surgeries before mine took more time than they planned. So I spent approximately 1,400 hours on a gurney. Give or take a few hours. My lady-parts** felt fine, but my back still hurts from the gurney and the surgery was on Thursday. Also, in a wonderful turn of events, anesthesia makes me weepy. So I came to after surgery with an already sore back, and then started crying. Yay.

Also, I finally got Jen to cut my hair! As is so very obvious. Really, I just got her to give me a blunt cut, evening up the ends, because the back was longer than the front, because of horrible layers that I had. So the front is still the same length, the back just got trimmed up 2 inches to meet it. I'm so much happier with it like this. Layers in my hair make me stabby.

*My surgery was a D&C for excessive bleeding.

**When my sister, who has been vehement about calling body parts by their right names for her kids, was asked by the munchkins why I was having surgery, she randomly lost all control. She told them I was having surgery on my girl-parts. I later informed my sister that I have lady-parts.

In which I talk about several things randomly

This is our downstairs tree. (Yes, we have two trees, one colorful, one metallic.)

Tunic - B'leev, Leggings - Walmart, Socks - Sock Dreams, Boots - Simply Be.

I've entered that period of winter when all I want to wear are sweater tunics or other tunics. I don't know, it's a thing for me. This year, though, it leaves me with the distinct feeling that, along with my numerous doctor's visits to try and figure out my lady-parts issues, that people might be wondering if I'm knocked up. Not you people. You people get to hear snippets of my issues. Work-type people. And I don't care if you don't like the phrase "lady-parts", I prefer using it to running around yelling VAGINA all the time. And it's a good word for referring to my entire female-genitalia-below-the-waist. Technically, I guess I should run around yelling about my ovarian issues, but that just sounds really tiring since I don't like running.

Sweater - Simply Be, Leggings - Walmart, Shoes - Target.

 Since when did this become the Missy Cranky Pants blog of linguistic failings on the part of science? Since never. Point of the day: I've tried some nice (re: moderately expensive) leggings over the past few months, but big box store ones fit me the best (Walmart, Target). I don't know why, and I don't really care, since they're so cheap. The only issue is that the black ones fade slightly. And if I wasn't so lazy and took the time to do things like always wash them inside out, and dry them on the air cycle, instead of the super-hot-just-get-it-done cotton cycle, they would probably last even longer. I do take issue with people wearing leggings as actually pants with nothing else covering their bottoms. TACKY!

RAMBLE: Leggings, where are the best ones found?