...a blanket made of stars

What would life be without a twisted uterus and at least 2 canisters of gas and air?

Episode 6 is here. You get to understand the arse about tit way of how I finally got the coil fitted. Sarcasm alert, it was a whole heap of fun and some of the best moments of my life ever.

This post features a singing paramedic, the word vagina countless times and some orange jelly.

Happy menstruating!

Hey gal and non-gal pals!

I’m nearly 2 weeks into my recovery from kissing my womb goodbye and wanted to share/launch my blog with everyone. Each entry is a peek into every moment from my bloody journey to becoming period-free. These posts come with a disclaimer attached, they may and probably will contain unsuitable language for those who clearly have never experienced a period from hell and will also include graphic descriptions of, you got it, periods. Tap out now if you don’t have the lady balls to deal with it.

I felt it was important to share my story and get my experiences/decisions across in a way that removes stigma and the taboo of discussing the red wave, time of the month, shark week (other amusing names available).

I’m 28 years old and I’ve had a hysterectomy. No brainer, best decision of my life.

Whilst I have been fighting for my own body’s say over the last 4 ish years, I have experienced the extremes of physical and mental issues all because my uterus was having a mare.

Whether you’ve got a womb, know someone who has one or have always dreamed of owning one, there will be something you can relate to. After-all, we were all grown inside one right?

To those that are going through lady-time hell, or any chronic ailment that you don’t think you can see the end of, you’re an absolute hero and you can do it!

Please share this post with absolutely anyone, it’s time young women’s health is spoken about openly.

Because periods suck.

WEBSITE:

www.talesofauterus.com

New posts every week.

The first 3 are live as a superfun taster for you all: A womb with a view Blood stains, sweat & tears Negative thoughts, not going out & nappies

Shout out to my long-suffering and practically full-time carer of a wife. She’s a babe and if you can’t buy the one you love adult nappies, is she even your wife? Thanks Jess! xoxo