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Blargh.
So my left ovary has finally clued-in. Took a week but "Holy shit woman! There's only one of me now?? You expect me to do EVERYTHING by MYSELF? Oh, you're so going to pay for this."
The surgery ouchies are bad enough. Worse when combined with hormonal surges that range from tears to paranoia to murderous rage and back again, all in the space of the time it takes for a commercial break.
I shall try to refrain from doing anything murderous though.
So my left ovary has finally clued-in. Took a week but "Holy shit woman! There's only one of me now?? You expect me to do EVERYTHING by MYSELF? Oh, you're so going to pay for this."
The surgery ouchies are bad enough. Worse when combined with hormonal surges that range from tears to paranoia to murderous rage and back again, all in the space of the time it takes for a commercial break.
I shall try to refrain from doing anything murderous though.