I spent the early part of the morning, about the first six hours of the day contemplating the various ways to kill myself. At 8 I gave up and just went to the hospital. I'm not suicidal. My uterus is fucked up and there is no better way to put it. Now I have an actual medical reason to complain, and my doctor told me to shout as much as I wanted, because I've earned it. Both mom and dad stated that Mom never when though so much pain while giving birth. Now I'm nicely drugged up, codeine is wonderful. So very wonderful.