  My husband Alverice* came home from work today and found me lying on our bed in a fetal position, moaning and cursing the day I was born.
Naturally, he thought I was dying. Then he saw the heating pad and the bottle of oxycodone and realized that I was just having period-induced cramps. &nbsp; Three weeks ago I had a laparoscopy to investigate my innards, specifically the innards that are related to producing babies.
My RE (Reproductve Endocrinologist, AKA Really Expensive fertility doctor)&nbsp;found endometriosis on my ovary, bowel, and the back of my uterus - in endometriosis land, what they call the cul-de-sac. Because of the torture I endure every month, I was not surprised with my diagnosis. In a way it helps to know what's causing the pain and to know that I am not a hypochondriac. There's a cause for what I feel. So I'm glad I have some sort of explanation. &nbsp; Dr. Ambrosine* removed all the endo she could, using a laser (or possibly a light sabre), and also scraped some polyps out of my poor battered uterus.
She warned me that my next period would be a doozy. She wasn't lying. &nbsp; I've never been more grateful for percocet. &nbsp; &nbsp; *all names in my blog have been changed (using the urlLink Mormon Name Generator ) to protect the innocent. Plus it's way more fun that way. 
