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Diane Bittiker

Histerectomy

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Histerectomy

Written by Diane Bittiker
Edited by Nicole Hanratty


Hysterectomy: removal of part or all of the uterus. Derived from the Greek word hystera (womb) with the former notion being that hysterical women were suffering from disturbances of the womb. (Hence removing the uterus was believed to relieve a woman's hysterical behavior.) 

The ancient Greeks may have been masters at throwing the javelin, but when it comes to trying to pinpoint the cause of a woman's hysteria they were way off the mark.

Having just had a hysterectomy--I can tell you first hand--my hysteria is still going strong drumming right along side the Duracell bunny. If hysteria was supposed to be removed with my womb then my doctor didn't get the memo.

My hysterical condition was diagnosed a few months back. My physician said my uterus had seen its' days and I would be better off without the old plumbing.  

Telling my darling husband (here on referred to as DH*) went well, (I suppose), if you consider "Isn't that an ol' lady surgery" a positive response.  He is very funny that sweet man, maybe even hysterical.
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Closet Catharsis

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Note: A few weeks ago I mentioned randomly my "out with the old and in with the new" clothing theory which keeps my closet simplified and pared down, but always fresh. Whenever I buy new clothing I pull out older clothes from my closet that I haven't worn in over a year or no longer reach for and stick them in a donation bag before I put any new items away. I never imagined anyone was paying attention to the explanation of my little ritual. Then, a week later, I received this email which with permission, I am publishing for Life of a Rock Star readers. Enjoy...n


Closet Catharsis
by Diane Bittiker


I have to thank you for telling me your theory on clothes.   I usually go through my closet at least once a year but today was the most thorough I have ever been.


I have to admit that at first, I was hesitant about the idea of casting my dearly beloved articles of clothing into the newly designated empty donation "bag." Yet when I started to look closer at what I had hanging in my overflowing closet--keeping the "when did I wear it last" question in mind--I realized it was time to get down to business. 
  
For starters, did I need three identical pink polo shirts? NO! Out with two of them.

How about the shirt with only a "small" hole in it? Gone. The shirt missing a button? Nope. The 1980s blouse with the wide lapels? The too small blazer that hasn't been worn for at least a decade? Out! Out! Out!
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