I forgot to give proper props to Ted yesterday. One of my favorite things in the whole world are when boys aren't afraid to talk girl stuff. And then it's even better when they actually kinda understand whatever it is you say.
I always give them an out when they ask about girl stuff. In this case, Ted had made a funny on facebook after my post about getting to see my vaginal cuff, and inside of my vagina (which was really, really, REALLY cool). He said "Call me when you get your cuff under control!" and earned 400 funny points for it.
When I called him back yesterday, he said "what's the deal with all this surgery?" and I told him that I wasn't having anymore surgery. He'd read something about the cysts- and so I gave him just a little info- and he asked another question. More points for him. So I told him the short version of the whole story: I should have had them taken out when my uterus got yanked, but I didn't know any better and now I'm scared of more surgery and menopause and stuck in a stupid "waiting" place, and if you know Dr. Suess at all, you know that the "waiting place" is a HORRID NIGHTMARE of a place to be (Oh, The Places You'll Go). We talked about that for a little while. He gets lots of points. I think it actually points to how evolved a man is when they can handle girl stuff.
On the flip side of that, however...is a little heartache. Almost every boy I know who is unafraid of girl stuff is that way because they have a girl in their lives that they love, and together they go through some really hard shit, that involves girl parts and girl stuff. So with all those worthless points, comes my love. I am so sorry to everyone who knows about the hard stuff that goes on.
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