Once I did that test where they shoot dye into the Fallopian tubes. Was told I might have some slight cramping. Was left shaking on the table in pain. This week a dental hygienist offered me topical pain relief while she cleaned my teeth. Even teeth rank higher than uteruses.
My generation says “No worries” instead of “you’re welcome” to 1) show that doing a favor for someone doesn’t need to be a transactional thing and that we’re happy to help, and 2) because if they really knew how worried we actually were, they’d never ever talk to us again ever.
I’m experiencing crippling despair of having to take a third and possible 4th day off work. Not even about the D&C procedure I’ll get, but for letting my coworkers down. I never take time off and it’s messing with me.
Non-Utah living, non-mormon friends from high school are starting to post about crumbl and like it’s just so bizarre to me. Cookie companies and these ppl live in different worlds in my head and the collision is just too much