Well it appears that I have a pretty large amount of fibroids--a couple that are quite large. I'll know tomorrow what the plan is, but he was pretty upfront with me--it's going to have to be yanked. Fine with me. Because of my history, I was pretty nervous (ok freaked) about anything being done and I was brutally honest with him. Because he did a biopsy--just to rule out anything--I'm on cipro twice a day. Good--prep me for surgery. I, quite honestly, don't have time for this. I used up alot of my sick/vacation time with the adoption and I had enough left for Chewie's surgery. Now, I'll have to figure out a way around that--probably with a nasty schedule of 6 days in a row--but you do what you have to do. I'm going to bust my ass to get back to work after this. No pity party time for me--kids start school soon, work is starting up with going completely computer and there is too much going on here at home.
Yes, and to top it all off, I got home, walked in and started sniffing. Yes, one of the dogs took a huge (I mean HUGE) crap all over Julia's room!!!! That's always nice to come home to.