Because NOTHING EVER GOES THE WAY IT SHOULD.
I go into the Dr today to have my annual exam (family, it’s ok if you just stop reading here. Please.) and she informs me the Mirena I had inserted 2 years ago?
Of course it is. Of course.
Because the entire way there I pepped talked myself with positive thoughts. “This will go well, you hate these exams but so does everyone else. It will be ok.”
And even with the Mirena display sitting there, mocking me, I told myself it would be fine.
So naturally it wasn’t.
The Dr. told me she can’t feel or see the strings, and because of this, has to do an ultrasound.
If that doesn’t work, they’ll have to do surgery.
All of which will be more painful than a regular removal, and result in more healing time. Unless there are further complications. Like it’s in the uterine wall.
I am done. I will never, ever use birth control again. I’ve had problems with the pill, the patch, the ring, and now this.
And my friends? I am done. I’m going to be a walking advertisement for Taking Charge of Your Fertility from now on.
I am trying to not worry myself into a frenzy about the things that could go wrong. I should never have come home and googled, “Mirena strings are gone.” NEVER.
Yet I did.
Also? Totally don’t like the Dr. Do midwives do this stuff?
Next Thursday is the ultrasound. This Thursday is my therapy appointment.
Looks like we’ll have stuff to discuss.
Until then, I’ll be here. With an IUD floating around in me. Poking me with it’s evil strings.