As I'd previously posted, Wednesday was a pretty busy day.
In preparation for the surgery I am having next week, I had a pre-admit appointment at the hospital where my surgery will take place. (Warning- don't click if you are easily grossed out)
I was assigned an RN that seemed very competant as well as very nice. From the get go, she knew what type of surgery I was having. We discussed it while I had my EKG (what?? you never wanted babies??? really??) and while doing the pre-admit paperwork (well even tho I can't have kids my husband and I adopted and it was the best thing we ever did) sent me off to get some bloodwork and when I returned she continued to wax eloquent (oh, being a mom is the highlight of my life).
Yeah. OK. I get it!
I'd been up since 5:30 that day. Hadn't eaten since 9. Rushed thru my day barely making each appointment with no time for lunch. And the last thing I wanted or needed was a lecture on the joys of motherhood from someone that had only known me for 45 minutes and knew nothing of me or what matters to me.
The final straw happened as she went over my pre and post operative care. Then she leaned into me as if to whisper and said ' you know, it's still not too late to change your mind in case you decide you DO want to have kids'.
I was on the verge of tears. Had a migraine. Just wanted to get the hell out of there without pissing her off.
And before I knew it I heard a voice...my voice...saying ' You have got to be fucking kidding me. I made my mind up when I was 8 years old. And re-confirmed it every single day of my life since then. I have never wanted kids. I never want kids. And after next Tuesday, it will be physically impossible to have them. So could we please get on with the paperwork since I really want to leave and you are not helping matters.'
I was out of there in 2 minutes.
I know many of you that read what I write are parents. If it works for you, great. More power to you.
What has pissed me off since grade school is having people tell me that I will change my mind. That if I were to get pregnant, I would change my mind. I just needed to meet the 'right' guy and I would change my mind. No to all three.
Guess what? I never changed my mind.
So after next Tuesday, besides not having to deal with constant pain, periods that last 4 months and sometimes longer, anemia from the periods that last 4 months or longer, backaches and bloating and having your life messed with on a daily basis, I will no longer have to listen to inconsiderate assholes tell me that I will 'change my mind'.
And that will be a very good thing.