Than walking around with tubes coming out of your who ha. One is blue, one is transparent. It spans down my leg and ends with a lovely clampy gadget thingy that makes a wonderful dent into my hip when I sleep at night. Together the tubes lead to a balloon which is filled with saline to keep the walls of my uterus from sticking together like a pancake.
Every visit to the bathroom I wonder if I'm going to give birth to this water balloon. Good times. I do my best to keep it clean yet not get any water on there. When showering, I use a zip lock bag and zip that sucker right up.
I'm on antibiotics in case my body rejects this very foreign object. Obviously NO SEX. Like they had to tell me that! Where, when, why the hell would I even consider??
I pull out the good ol granny panties I used after I gave birth. You know, the one you use after you graduate from the mesh hospital underwear. When I go out, I gently shove the tubes up into the underwear so no one can tell I'm leashed up. I'm a picture of beauty. Or just one hot mess!
I read online that the balloon filled with saline can come out on it's own for some people. I also read some doctors don't use the baloon but rather an IUD (intrauterine device) or coil to keep the uterus from scarring shut again.
It's just a week. I can do this. Still on estrogen. Still a bitch.
The plan: get it taken out in a week and then see if my period will come out.