Wonderland Wanderess

I'm not sure what I expected, however, I know it wasn't this.  I've waited for anger, grief, bitterness; there is none.  A strange peace and acceptance continues to surround me.  What a complex and puzzling structure, the human mind can be.  How peculiar it is to be just as surprised by one's perception of and response to life events, as everybody else! It has been almost two months now since my womb and I parted ways.  I would like to say we parted as friends but that's poppycock—we've been mortal enemies for years, her and I.  Utey and I rarely saw eye to eye—embryos were planted in her fields and she rejected them, causing anaemia was her favourite game and as a side hobby, she knitted endometrium into her muscle walls, laughing hysterically, I'm sure, as her handmade-with-hate adenomyosis sweater dropped me to my knees in pain.  Yes, my uter-arsehole was a sadist, though I'll never forget her sweet side.  For twenty-seven months, out of the 378 month

From such a young age, girls are conditioned by society to believe that their menstrual cycle will be painful.  They tell us  dysmenorrhea (painful menstruation), menorrhagia (heavy bleeding) and metrorrhagia  (irregular cycles) can be perfectly normal, that it's different for each one of us and some are just luckier than others.   It's seen as a taboo subject and should we dare to voice our pain or concerns to doctors, we're all too often viewed as exaggerating hypochondriacs with low pain thresholds. Well, on that note, here's a little story about my so called "low pain tolerance".  I broke several ribs in 2014 when I was heavily pregnant with my daughter after losing my balance and falling into our marble bench top.  I heard a loud crack and dropped to the floor, winded, in crippling pain.  My then fiance (now husband), Pete took me to the hospital and when the ER doctor probed my rib cage as she examined me, she informed me I could not possibly have