Your Uterus and You
Warning- this post probably contains TMI about my uterus. You have been warned.
After going to the gynecologist, I got my test results. The blood tests came back fine - I'm healthy as far as most things go. My cholesterol is good, my sugar is good, I've got good blood counts and all that. Despite all the bleeding, she said I was healthy as if I'd eaten a steak for dinner every day - so I didn't have to get a blood transfusion at least. No anemia. The ultrasound showed I have a large fibroid mass, about 2x3 inches, growing through my endrometrial lining. I do have to have two surgeries though. The first procedure has just been approved by the insurance company, so I should be having that scheduled soon. The first involves a hysteroscopy, D&C, and taking the Norplant out of my arm. Then it'll be a second surgery to either burn off the lining of my uterus, or remove the whole thing entirely. I think I'm really leaning towards having it taken out entirely if they will, because I'm tired of having problems with it and I really don't need it anymore anyhow.
I've been fairly run down, tired, and pained - the continuous bleeding has mostly stopped now (after nearly six weeks) but there's horrible cramping and the occasional discharge of tissue which is not comfortable at all. I'm not doing too much of anything right now -it's hard to muster up the energy for most things, so I've been kind of lagging behind in a lot of stuff I wanted to do.
I've had to block the kids from my facebook, email, and phone because I am getting very tired of their continual bitchy messages because they seem to entirely lack empathy or an understanding that I can't fetch and carry for them, drive them places, or be concerned with their ridiculous dramas right now. I'm tired, sick, and sore and I don't want to deal with their various issues. Steve is on probation, Jeanette is pregnant, Brenda's doing community service for a shoplifting incident. They're drinking / doing drugs, carrying on and partying and not doing much else with their life. Only one of them graduated high school, the other two dropped out. No one has a job, or is making a serious effort towards finding one or getting their GED. They're ages 19, 19 and nearly 18 (four more months). They're pretty much on their own now - the girls are living with friends down the shore, and Steve is hardly ever home. I can't force them to fix their lives and make an effort, but what I can do is block them from contacting me if they're going to send emotionally abusive / bitchy / mean messages on the internet and phone. Surprisingly no, once you're an adult your parent does not have to put up with your ignorant behavior. I hope they do better in the future, but for now I'm just going through enough crap without dealing with that.
I haven't been writing as much creatively lately, with feeling sick and depressed about all the kid problems. So I'm hoping that once this surgery is over, and with my contact with the kids minimized, I'll feel less stressed and more able to work on things. Future plans are also in the works but they're uncertain right now, and I don't want to get into it here - but suffice it to say at least there is a glimmer of hope that things will be better someday. Just have to to try and hold out till then and deal with everything that needs to be dealt with in the meantime.
After going to the gynecologist, I got my test results. The blood tests came back fine - I'm healthy as far as most things go. My cholesterol is good, my sugar is good, I've got good blood counts and all that. Despite all the bleeding, she said I was healthy as if I'd eaten a steak for dinner every day - so I didn't have to get a blood transfusion at least. No anemia. The ultrasound showed I have a large fibroid mass, about 2x3 inches, growing through my endrometrial lining. I do have to have two surgeries though. The first procedure has just been approved by the insurance company, so I should be having that scheduled soon. The first involves a hysteroscopy, D&C, and taking the Norplant out of my arm. Then it'll be a second surgery to either burn off the lining of my uterus, or remove the whole thing entirely. I think I'm really leaning towards having it taken out entirely if they will, because I'm tired of having problems with it and I really don't need it anymore anyhow.
I've been fairly run down, tired, and pained - the continuous bleeding has mostly stopped now (after nearly six weeks) but there's horrible cramping and the occasional discharge of tissue which is not comfortable at all. I'm not doing too much of anything right now -it's hard to muster up the energy for most things, so I've been kind of lagging behind in a lot of stuff I wanted to do.
I've had to block the kids from my facebook, email, and phone because I am getting very tired of their continual bitchy messages because they seem to entirely lack empathy or an understanding that I can't fetch and carry for them, drive them places, or be concerned with their ridiculous dramas right now. I'm tired, sick, and sore and I don't want to deal with their various issues. Steve is on probation, Jeanette is pregnant, Brenda's doing community service for a shoplifting incident. They're drinking / doing drugs, carrying on and partying and not doing much else with their life. Only one of them graduated high school, the other two dropped out. No one has a job, or is making a serious effort towards finding one or getting their GED. They're ages 19, 19 and nearly 18 (four more months). They're pretty much on their own now - the girls are living with friends down the shore, and Steve is hardly ever home. I can't force them to fix their lives and make an effort, but what I can do is block them from contacting me if they're going to send emotionally abusive / bitchy / mean messages on the internet and phone. Surprisingly no, once you're an adult your parent does not have to put up with your ignorant behavior. I hope they do better in the future, but for now I'm just going through enough crap without dealing with that.
I haven't been writing as much creatively lately, with feeling sick and depressed about all the kid problems. So I'm hoping that once this surgery is over, and with my contact with the kids minimized, I'll feel less stressed and more able to work on things. Future plans are also in the works but they're uncertain right now, and I don't want to get into it here - but suffice it to say at least there is a glimmer of hope that things will be better someday. Just have to to try and hold out till then and deal with everything that needs to be dealt with in the meantime.