Much more interesting
There's a lot of IVF going on with people who are not me. If you haven't already, please give a shout out to the be-dust-bunnied Jen and the shocked and awed Suz. The gracious Pamplemousse and the perennial Derby favorite Mare are snorting Synarel. Julia and a syringe of hCG are soon to make merry. Lots to read, and none of it about AssHips.
However, for those who were waiting in breathless anticipation and an agony of suspense to know about the enthralling AssHip, I can tell you that the Medicine Shoppe, despite its gaggable olde fashioned name, is my new favorite store. I wish they stocked jeans and milk and paint and car parts; I would buy anything they sold. Because I can walk again. I can trot up stairs and even do the Hokey Pokey. The injections take half as long, the needles are exceptionally thin and I no longer want to cry big self-pitying tears while visions of me using a walker loop mercilessly in my head.