They come in threes.

On Friday (yep...the postie delivered on Good Friday), I got my letter to go in for surgery on the 23rd of April. I have cysts, polyps and fibroids and the gyno is going in to clean it all out and add progesterone. If it doesn't reverse the condition, I will probably end with a complete hysterectomy as one of the cysts is on one of the ovaries. I've been in pain for about two years...get your girls checked every year.

Anyway, I am week four of my uni studies and I had hoped that the surgery could wait till July midbreak but no. So I have just sent my academic a letter explaining what's going on and that I will need the session off. Hopefully he will accept it or this is going to cost me a couple of thousand dollars. To add to the whole picture...my computer is on it's last legs and I don't have money to replace it.

I should be suicidal...but I feel nothing. You know how some dogs are so ugly they are cute....well...my life is so full of bad luck it's actuallyh funny. Really, what is God going to throw at me...death?...oooohhh, I'm so scared! 😂