Finally, after being in pain all week, one of my friends on here (I don’t know if she wants recognition or not) convinced me to convince husband it was time to get me checked out.
Now we haven’t done nothing, I know my husband put in an urgent call to my regular gynecologist on Monday morning. We still haven’t heard back. My GP is on holiday the last few weeks of August, with no cover. We would have called telehealth, but they always tell you to go to the hospital.
WARNING: I WILL GET GRAPHIC ABOUT LADYBITS
I don’t entirely blame my husband, although he sure blames himself. If I had said the pain was bad, we need to go, we would have gone. However, I have a cold as well, with that sore throat. All I want to do is sleep. So I really minimized the pain, as I hoped it would go away.
At first, because I had spotting, I didn’t worry. Then it got heavier, and heavier, with the pain, our theory was my Mirena IUD had started burrowing its way to freedom.
I arrived at the hospital. The one I go to for pain management, and the ER was fairly quiet. Score! I sat down with one of the nurses, Matthew, he was a sweetie, even though he couldn’t spell Ehlers Danlos. He thought ahead and put me somewhere where I didn’t have to get up and down. My husband asked right away if there was a place I could lie down and I was able to lie on a stretcher the waiting room. It made such a difference!
I was transferred to a room, like an ER bay, because you know the pelvic exam is coming…
The doctor came in and did a preliminary outward examination of me. When he got to my back, I screamed. I didn’t know that. Well, I guess that hurts.
Apparently, on my chart, it has huge notes all over saying DO NOT DO A PELVIC EXAM UNLESS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY! This is because pelvic exams hurt me. Very badly. The doctor, realizing this and seeing the preliminary exam, orders 6 mg? Of morphine before we go any further. What a sane and sensible man!
Later, he comes back to do the pelvic exam, and can’t find anything too dramatic. Takes swabs.
Next is a pelvic ultrasound. I have done this a billion times. The technician is awesome. It hurts much less than it has in the past. In the past, I’m not on morphine.
We arrived around 10:30, it is now around 3:30, husband decides to grab some food because we have a lull. This is where everything happens.
The doctor comes in while husband is gone and informs me that the ultrasound shows my Mirena is in the right place, no problems there.
The doc comes back 3 minutes later to tell me there is no indication this is anything but an endometriosis flare up. However, because there was discharge and bleeding there is a small chance there is an infection. They have the culture, but it takes 48 hours to grow, they will call me and we will prescribe something then. Otherwise, many women still get their period with Mirena, (all of a sudden, after 13 years?) that’s what this may be, go home. Follow up with your doctor, you need more pain medicine.
So, fine, we were getting up to go and wending our way through the maze of stretchers and some bitch sitting on her boyfriends stretcher had seen us coming out of the room and stretched her foot out to kick me as I went past. Nice. Bitches in this city.
So, anyway, I’m frustrated. I feel like I’m back at the drawing board. I thought I had this sorted, and it’s reared its ugly head. I need to meet with my doctor, but she’s near impossible to get an appointment with. So, I’m going to need to consider another doctor. That’s first up.
I don’t think I want a hysterectomy. All advice to date has indicated I’m in pseudo-menopause now. Having my organs removed won’t make a difference to the pain, but will for other things. Will have to discuss with the doctor I end up with.
In terms of diet, I am on FODMAP, and can’t really change that. It’s been suggested I go vegetarian, or fish-based, but I’m allergic to fish, I’m allergic to legumes, which screws up vegetarianism. But I am also allergic to soy. So I’m very picky about my food. I only eat about two dozen items, and most are well vetted for proper growing technique.
Once again, spending the long weekend resting up. I suppose we tackle this new adventure on Tuesday.
I’m going to rest. So tired.