I spent the day in sickbay (a.k.a. Mayo Clinic), where I was treated for the rather large fibroid (Trent) that invaded my body. Despite being told by the first doctor I saw there in August that I should probably consider other options (surgery) and try not to think about how wonderful it would be to have a procedure done where I don’t have to be generally anesthetized, wouldn’t have to be cut open, wouldn’t have to stay even one night in the hospital, wouldn’t have to take prescription pain killers for several weeks, wouldn’t have to be bedridden for days and exhausted for weeks or months, wouldn’t have to take a month or more off work . . . I mean, why should I want even one of those things if I could have them? Well, the next doctor I saw there said she knew I didn’t want to have surgery again (which I don’t) and that although the procedure I did have done, magnetic resonance-guided focused ultrasound oblation (a.k.a. Star Trek), isn’t FDA approved for someone who would like to retain fertility, there are still many many cases of women getting pregnant after this treatment (of course, they probably have husbands and stuff) and all procedures are risky where fertility is concerned, as is doing nothing (which was also risky where my sanity and quality of life were concerned). So here I am, relaxing in my own bed, into which I got on my own power (even walking up and down the stairs). I took two extra strength Tylenol five hours ago and I feel fine still. Yea for Star Trek! And Trent is significantly damaged and is no longer causing me pain. So wonderful! I feel like a new woman, although I am a little woozy from the sedative and the pain killer I took for the procedure. I will sleep well tonight, I think!