Having Surgery Nov. 16

Oct 25, 2006 14:03

God, I hope "The Todd" won't be anywhere near me.

"Dude, look! There's a naked chick on the table!" The Todd, MD

Basically, my shit appears to be fucked up. (Oh, Warren Zevon, come back to us!) My "female shit," that is.

There are cysts on my ovaries, my endometrium is "thickened" (as in not shedding the way it should be, most likely necessitating a d&c while I'm under the knife) and, well, he highly suspects I have endometriosis. Oh, and then there is that pesky fibroid that is there, then isn't there, then is clearly there, then isn't there at all on the films.

So, he's doing a lap and thinking he'll probably find endometriosis, do what he can with that, "pop" the cysts (sounds fun,) and if he gets in there and there if endo and it completely cutting off circulation to an ovary, or "it's just a mess in there" he'd come out to Brent and Brent has my permission to give consent to take out whatever needs to be taken out (one ovary, both ovaries....a complete hysterectomy.)

So, I get to wake up and not know what I actually have left inside me.

Neat, huh?

The great thing is, the surgery SHOULD fall right when I'm getting my next period and my periods are when I've been having all my problems pain-wise and having to miss shift upon shift of work. This means as soon as the pain from this period lets up, I'll be good to go until the surgery!

God, I don't know how those Gyno docs do it! All day long it's "Bajingo, bajingo, bajingo!" Elliott Reid, MD
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