That is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of the IUD insertion
or to walk and get another bottle of wine, and by drinking, end them. To sip, to pop pills
no more, and by this wine to say I end the uterus ache and the thousand little cramps
that the uterus is heir to. Tis an evening passtime devoutly to be wished. To sip, to quaff,
To quaff, perchance I must walk. Aye, there's the rub...
For if I have to get up and walk, I have to take my heating pad off my cramps...

I admit, I kind of lost it at the end there...

Also, only slightly related, but David Tennant's Hamlet for the Royal Shakespeare Company RULES.