People are strange.
Yesterday when I got to the assembly hall at my kids school, I was greeted by an acquaintance who says to me "oh A was going to ring to see how you were going but here you are! How are you?" I tell her I'm pretty good. She asks me did I have a D & C or something and I tell her no, that I'd had a hysterectomy. She gasped and told me I didn't look like I'd had a hysterectomy and asked if I was now popping little white pills.
I was a little gobsmacked. I dunno what pills she thinks I should be popping, but the only thing I'm taking these days is panadol occasionally.
And exactly what is a post hysterectomy woman supposed to look like anyhow??
Was I meant to grow horns? Was I meant to get a tattoo for my forehead announcing that I can no longer reproduce? Or was I meant to suddenly shrivel up like an old crone, start wearing old lady dresses and develop a cackle in my voice?
I'm stuffed if I know!
Perhaps it was just the fact that I was there at all. Another g/f did tell me that she thought I'd be in bed resting still and was quite surprised when I explained that I'm merely uncomfortable, but not in pain and am feeling quite well.
I never was very good at languishing around in bed. Hell. It's not like I did anything. I don't see what the difference is between sitting around at home or sitting in a hall. And I'd really like to know when taking things easy turned into not leaving the house?