When Lord....when.

Wow, 2 days in a row with the blogging! Calm down peoples, I know how exciting it is.

So, from the title of this blog, I am asking God for a time frame. About what, you ask?

Let me tell you.

Bedtime last night was the standard, 930ish-1000. Went to sleep with no issues at all (for a change). Fast forward to 200 am, where I am rudely awakened from a lovely dream featuring David Duchovny (yeah, I love me some Fox Mulder) by the stabbing pain in my uterus that plagues me, randomly. It was enough to not only wake me from a sound slumber--but have me leap from the bed saying "owowowowowowowowowfuckmeowowowowfuckfuckfuckowowowowow" Took a Lortab. Laid back down, pillow in between legs, gritting teeth, and bargaining with God. As is "God make the pain stop, and I will go to Church this sunday" "God make the pain stop, and I will donate more $$ to the Salvation Army this Christmas" "God make the pain stop, and I will stop being a Class A Bitch to everyone I see".

God did not take me up on any of my offers. At 0315, the pain was still raging. So I took Lortab #2, and was trying to remember if there are dangerous drug interactions with Tylenol 3, as that was going to be the next narcotic I tried to get rid of the pain.

Finally, sleep came back to take me....around 430, I think. I had to get up at 6 for work today, so basically, I feel like the walking dead. I'm still stoned from the Lortab, and everytime I blink my eyes, I have to tell myself to open them back up.

I'm starting to wonder if the 5% chance of losing my uterus is worth getting rid of this pain.
I might call Dr. Genius in Pittsburgh, just to ask his opinion. Maybe he doesn't think there is a risk at all. Maybe I let one of them there Pittsburgh doctors cut my uterine cavity open.

I just don't know.