TMI and 'tech
So my day started nicely - lie in with Jojo, some toast for breakfast, dossing about checking my email etc. Lovely.
And then, at about ten, we headed into town, for the dreaded CASH visit (Contraception and Sexual Health). Go there just in time, waited a very short while in the waiting room, then headed in.
Was the same nice nurse who I saw to have my smear test, and she was good - very calm and relaxed and friendly.
I got up onto the bed, asked if Jojo could hold my hand, and of course she said 'Of course!', and we all chatted, whilst I was all legs akimbo. Then she went to fetch another nurse, as they always have two of them there, just in case.
Second nurse also lovely, and we chatted about everyday things whilst it was all prepped and the speculum put in (and taken out, and a different speculum found and used). The nurse doing it was very good at explaining what she was doing/what I was feeling.
Antiseptic wash was fine. Anaesthetic gel hurt, but only for thirty seconds or so. And was a forewarning, really. I squeezed Jojo's hand.
Then they couldn't find some piece of equipment of the correct size, and after a quick search completely failed to find it, but the nurse then said she was okay and had managed to do whatever she was trying to do.
I wasn't prepared for how much the sound would hurt. My womb went into total DO NOT WANT mode. I crushed Jojo's hand. And cried. But they were super nice to me, and found me tissues and ensured I was okay and wanted to carry on and all that. And Jojo asked if I was okay too, which made me cry more.
Then the actual coil was put in, and OMG, I have honestly never been in more pain. (And I had taken codine etc. before we started all this, so it wasn't like I was doing it with nowt.) I cried more, but it was over really quickly.
I was very shaky, mad cramps, apparently completely changed colour, felt sick, the works. Stayed there for a bit, but I just wanted to go home. I could barely walk, only managed to move really, really slowly, took ages to even get to the bus stop. We were going to go into town and upgrade our mobile phones, but I thought I was either going to collapse, puke, or both. So we just went home. And I took Cuprofen. Walking and standing was actually better than sitting or lying, but in the end I went to bed in the hope I could relax enough to try to persuade my body that whatever it did, the little friend inside my womb was not going anywhere (there's a one in twenty chance your body will reject it. I was NOT going through that for my womb to spit it out again). So I had a wee sleep, then got up and was feeling a bit better, and over the course of the afternoon I was feeling much better. Better enough that near when Jojo would have gone to work we actually went into town together, and I got a new phone (Jojo, being wonderful, let me get a new phone on his contract - which was up for renewal - and is going to wait until my contract comes up - May-ish - to get a new phone for himself. How lovely is he??) Jojo has generally been utterly wonderful today.
And now I'm at home alone, with pudding, a new phone to play with, and a laptop. And watching The Sweeney.
I now have an HTC Desire (I was so sure I'd get the LG Optimus One. But then this one just...sold itself to me. Only about £5 more per month, and so much more powerful.)
It's way cleverer than I am. I haven't figured out half the things it can do yet. But I have managed to delete all my bookmarks and then delete my entire FIVE homepages!! (Meaning the phone's screen went completely blank...). So far I've managed to put the screen to a gentle leaves-floating on rippled-water (it all moves, and is beautiful) and get back the important widgets - internet, email, camera and text messages. And put the very few bookmarks I require in, and remove all their stupid suggested ones.
And then, at about ten, we headed into town, for the dreaded CASH visit (Contraception and Sexual Health). Go there just in time, waited a very short while in the waiting room, then headed in.
Was the same nice nurse who I saw to have my smear test, and she was good - very calm and relaxed and friendly.
I got up onto the bed, asked if Jojo could hold my hand, and of course she said 'Of course!', and we all chatted, whilst I was all legs akimbo. Then she went to fetch another nurse, as they always have two of them there, just in case.
Second nurse also lovely, and we chatted about everyday things whilst it was all prepped and the speculum put in (and taken out, and a different speculum found and used). The nurse doing it was very good at explaining what she was doing/what I was feeling.
Antiseptic wash was fine. Anaesthetic gel hurt, but only for thirty seconds or so. And was a forewarning, really. I squeezed Jojo's hand.
Then they couldn't find some piece of equipment of the correct size, and after a quick search completely failed to find it, but the nurse then said she was okay and had managed to do whatever she was trying to do.
I wasn't prepared for how much the sound would hurt. My womb went into total DO NOT WANT mode. I crushed Jojo's hand. And cried. But they were super nice to me, and found me tissues and ensured I was okay and wanted to carry on and all that. And Jojo asked if I was okay too, which made me cry more.
Then the actual coil was put in, and OMG, I have honestly never been in more pain. (And I had taken codine etc. before we started all this, so it wasn't like I was doing it with nowt.) I cried more, but it was over really quickly.
I was very shaky, mad cramps, apparently completely changed colour, felt sick, the works. Stayed there for a bit, but I just wanted to go home. I could barely walk, only managed to move really, really slowly, took ages to even get to the bus stop. We were going to go into town and upgrade our mobile phones, but I thought I was either going to collapse, puke, or both. So we just went home. And I took Cuprofen. Walking and standing was actually better than sitting or lying, but in the end I went to bed in the hope I could relax enough to try to persuade my body that whatever it did, the little friend inside my womb was not going anywhere (there's a one in twenty chance your body will reject it. I was NOT going through that for my womb to spit it out again). So I had a wee sleep, then got up and was feeling a bit better, and over the course of the afternoon I was feeling much better. Better enough that near when Jojo would have gone to work we actually went into town together, and I got a new phone (Jojo, being wonderful, let me get a new phone on his contract - which was up for renewal - and is going to wait until my contract comes up - May-ish - to get a new phone for himself. How lovely is he??) Jojo has generally been utterly wonderful today.
And now I'm at home alone, with pudding, a new phone to play with, and a laptop. And watching The Sweeney.
I now have an HTC Desire (I was so sure I'd get the LG Optimus One. But then this one just...sold itself to me. Only about £5 more per month, and so much more powerful.)
It's way cleverer than I am. I haven't figured out half the things it can do yet. But I have managed to delete all my bookmarks and then delete my entire FIVE homepages!! (Meaning the phone's screen went completely blank...). So far I've managed to put the screen to a gentle leaves-floating on rippled-water (it all moves, and is beautiful) and get back the important widgets - internet, email, camera and text messages. And put the very few bookmarks I require in, and remove all their stupid suggested ones.