The Exploding Fibroid Saga Part 2
My only slightly embellished medical drama continues
One week post-surgery, here I am musing about the wild medical roller coaster I’ve been on all year.
So I wrote the next installment of my hilarious, tragic, and only slightly embellished medical drama.
Chapter Two: The First ER Visit
Do you know what makes me angry? When authors write detailed descriptions of their characters’ bodily functions. I am the type of reader who likes to pretend book characters do not have bodily functions. I mean, none of the nasty ones. Eating and breathing are totally fine because, without breathing, how can your lonely hero sigh wistfully?
Because I hate descriptions of nasty bodily functions, I will not describe the events that followed my appointment with the hematologist in too much detail. Instead, I will use nice words that everyone likes to describe what happened. For example, most people like cranberry sauce. The canned kind is my personal favorite, but the chunky kind with dark bits of skin is probably better for the purposes of this narrative.
