Doctors, ovaries, and sugery...
I probably should have written this a while ago.
First off, I haven’t been feeling so great for a while now. First there was the car accident on January 6th, which ruined my snorkeling in Key West.
of female problems..
I probably should have written this a while ago.
First off, I haven’t been feeling so great for a while now. First there was the car accident on January 6th, which ruined my snorkeling in Key West.
Then there was the combined bladder/kidney infection, which led to me taking lots of antibiotics and seeing the doctor twice, and getting an abdominal/renal ultrasound (From the outside). This is the only type of ultrasound my parents think I’ve ever had. How do I tell them that the doctor didn’t tell me I was going to get an endoscopic ultrasound? (But now I think they’re easier, faster).
Then I had my annual exam. But it wasn’t with my doctor. I don’t even know the doctors name who did it, but it did *not* hurt at all. It was so quick. It was weird. And she didn’t ask me about weight gain, or sexual activity (although I wrote that all down on the paper before going in there). But then I told her about the pain I’d been having for about a week or so, before that. It was in the same spot as the pain I’d been having when I was 16. She pressed on my ovary and said it feels ‘full’ and said I need to come back for an ultra sound.
On Monday the pain was so bad, and worse when I got up, I stayed in bed and missed the jellyfish lab, which I couldn’t make up because of the doctor’s appointment on Friday. Ugh. Its never been that bad. The rest of the week, I was aware of its presence but it wasn’t so horrible.
Then, yesterday, Friday….what a long day. I had to take my car in for the 15,000 mile check up, and to get the radio fixed…which they didn’t do yet. And I took it in at 7:30am and it took until after 3pm…with an appointment. After they didn’t respond to my email appointment (which they did before) or the message I left, so by the time I got the car there it was screaming at me for an oil change. Its a lot happier now, it drives so much better but it also has a new fuel injector. All it needs now is a new radio! Ha.
After that I went to work, and started organizing some bills, while I waited for my Dad to take me home (work and car place are very close to each other…but not me, lol). I came home and tried to study for my test on Monday. Then my Dad took me to the doctor, because my car was in the shop (all the other visits, since the car accident, were all by myself
). Actually, I drove the bronco on the way there because my Dad wanted to eat lunch. I almost ran into something on the way in to the parking garage, ha. My Dad took my spot and parked the huge thing in the teeny tiny almost nonexistant parking spaces. Then we waited. He read a bow hunting magazine, and I read a family magazine that had really cool kid’s rooms in it.
This time, when I went in, the ultrasound tech was really nice, made sure I knew what I was going to happen, didn’t hurt me. And she showed me my uterus, lining, and what exactly my ovaries were. Last time the lady couldn’t find the right one, and told me the black spot was my ovary…my doctor later told me that was the cyst on the ovary. The cyst this time looked huge. It wasn’t black, as before. You could see the walls of it, and whatever is inside of it (may be fluid, may be fatty tissue, may be…?). The one I had last time was an inch across, but its gone now (I never felt a rupture, so it probably just got reabsorbed). This one is 3.5 centimeters in diameter.
And they want to take it out. Since the ovaries float in abdominal fluid (as anyone who has disceted anything knows organs are suspended in some type of fluid, especially if it squirts all over their lab coat on the first inscision), something hanging on it can cause it to flip over and cut off the blood supply. The blood comes from the outer wall, if you make fists, bend your elbows a little, and hold them close to your belly, that’s kind of how the ovaries are (only much smaller), and if the blood gets cut off then they will have to do an invasive sugery and remove the entire thing. So…no more eggs or hormones from that side.
They will go in four small points, the first being my belly button. The doctor told me that won’t leave a scar. Haha, maybe because the belly button is already a scar?
So…that’s where I am in my life right now. Nervous, but I can’t wait to get the thing out. It hurs all the time. And it will only get worse, and its gotten this bad in a week? Ugh.