So I'm okay, I'm normal.
The Mirena coil I had inserted worked.
It stopped all that unexpected gushery which caused me to be unable to leave the house without the equivalent of a bedsheet stuffed down my knickers.
In fact, quite the reverse.
Things have become lighter than ever they were before.
Which is rather useful.
And (one supposes) its also working in the contraceptive department . . .
So thats me discharged from the gynae service for a bit.
Till the next time.
And the scan today, well they can't see no polycystic ovaries (despite the last scan saying there was a 3cm one on my left ovary) ... must be the hormone gunk released by the Mirena, maybe it righted that and the cyst shrunk away in abject fear of the onslaught of hormones.
Maybe a bit of fibroidy thingy, but thats nothing major, else they would have done a song and dance and not discharged me back to the care of the GP.
So thats all normal then.
I'm quite normal really.
Just in a weird "bohemian" sort of way.
(Bohemian?)
