So, you know that fabulous hormone patch that I’ve just been raving about? The one that is causing me to lurch about my house as if I was on the deck of a ship caught in a tsunami? The one that has caused me to offer my soul to the devil, pleasepleaseplease if I just go ahead and vomit will you then stop making the house spin and move so, because there is only so much more I can take??
While laying crosswise on my bed and attempting not to regurgitate my breakfast, this morning, I decided to have a little gander at the information leaflet.
“CombiPatch is meant to be used only by women who still have a uterus (who have not had a complete hysterectomy).”
Next: put pamphlet down. Check hysterectomy scar. Check discharge paperwork. Note cartoon question marks and exclamation points that are now floating above my head.
Suffice it to say I’m not feeling huge waves of confidence and warmth towards my doctor at the moment.