Woke up at 2:30am, pouring sweat, jerked out of a nightmare in which I’d dreamed that I’d yanked out my IUD, to the tune of much blood and pain.
Reassured myself that no, really, all was still in place. Took a couple of Motrin this morning.
Sucks to be a woman.
Bloody womb fiction, here I come.
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