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!
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Honey, I wish you luck. I finally had all my girly bits yanked out last year and it was worth the trouble. No more pain or problems but the hot flashes are a bitch. They found 7 benign tumors and tons of scar tissue that no one suspected (it didn't show up on a sonogram>
Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. Hope this new Dr. is as good as he/she sounds.
Aw junie NOOOO!!!!! You mean AFTER it's all said and done I STILL have to endure that shit?
Say it & play it wit' me, Flyboy..."DAYAM!!!"
Oh boy, AW MAN...
I think I'd rather be a man.
No offense taken. As surly and tough as I am, I would cry like a baby if I got cramps. Then again, I whimper when my toenails have to be cut, but that's probably because I like it when they're long and gnarly.
Hey gorgeous! I don't think I was completely aware of your "situation" but I think I am all caught up now. Good luck with the new doctor.
Did you ever see the King of Queen where Judge Reinhold plays Carries OBGYN? Very funny...
Hope everything goes good today. Let us know! And make sure to enjoy the rest of your day.
Hey sweetie.
Going through some of the same crap here. You might want to look into oblation (I think that's what they call it). Not as drastic as having all the girly bits yanked, but should help immensly.
I'm sorry about your situation. But since you mentioned cramps, I'm now going to tune you out and turn up the volume on Sportscenter. Because that's what men do in these situations.
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