Most of you know about my "female" situation.
Thursday afternoon I got some cramps that would kill a gorilla (no offense, Brad). I mean, someone had a voodoo doll and was stabbing it with a hot, sharp needle. OUCH. I almost went home but sucked it up and went through the rest of the day, ate some "non-asprin" and hid in the lab. Got home, had a few cocktails, went to bed, and woke up in the middle of the night only to have to wash out my jammies for all the blood. CURSE you, mother nature, I'm MID CYCLE, BITCH! You shouldn't be in town for a couple WEEKS!
Friday morning brought more pain, more jammie-changing, and I knew I'd be worthless at work, so a call to bosslady was necessary. I was apologetic as all getout, but she understood.
We've got a new insurance company, and y'all know I'm looking into a new doc. This was the time to call, and I did. The soonest they could get me in was the last week of MARCH, early April.
Uh...hello? I described what was going on, and the scheduler got back on the line with an appointment for me for MONDAY MORNING, and told me if things got worse to call back and the doctor would meet me immediately. IMMEDIATELY! She also told me to call, and he would call me. !!!!! I'm thrilled and can't wait to meet this cat. Fortunately things have calmed down, although the pain is still there. I'm still going to the doc. This shit just ain't normal.
I must say, I'm not happy about having my cooch all poked and prodded again, but if it's gonna stop the pain and madness I've been going through for the last year, my feet are IN those stirrups. GIDDY UP! LOL! Hopefully we can find an option other than surgery. I'm a chickenshit as far as that goes...
Hope you all are having a good weekend!