@jespah,
Time for a funny story, sort of. One year I had sort of horrendous bleeding, and finally got myself to let my gynecologist know, after which he found I had a very tiny but very difficult bleeding fibroid.
Before I knew what was going on, John and I went to our first trip to Italy. Yep, the bleeding started again. Sigh, one of the places I love in Rome is the Via del Corso. Yes, I wore pads, more than one, but still then, drip drip drip. We went into a bakery so I could use the bathroom, but that was a no. (I guess I needed buy some pastry but we just left.) Another restaurant that was preparing for the mid day meal also wouldn't let me in. Finally, we walked down the Via Condotti, famous Rome street, drip drip drip, and I zoomed to Antico Caffe Greco. Byron, Keats, Lizst, and more went there. So did I, so did I. Let's say it's a favorite coffee shop now, saved me that day.
After we got home to Los Angeles I had the gynecology visit and quickly an easy surgery. Yay. Many years later I am sort of sentimental re me and Via del Corso.