Apr. 4th, 2011 07:29 am
Pain sucks
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textualdevianceAnd what sucks more is feeling like I can't do anything about it because no one's going to take me seriously.
As I mentioned, in addition to the other midsection weirdness (which still isn't wholly resolved), I've been dealing with icky ladybits stuff lately. I have an appointment with the new gyn (or, technically, one of their np staff) on Friday, but I'm not sure I can wait that long. A couple of days ago, I ran out of the progesterone, which wasn't actually making the (3+ months) bleeding stop, but slowed it to a tolerable level, and now things are back with a vengeance. The blood's just kinda pouring out of me at this point, and I'm in rather horrid pain. I broke down and have been taking some Advil here and there (even though I'm probably ruining my kidneys in the process), but it's only making a tiny dent.
So, I'm at a loss right now. I don't have a refill on the meds, so I can't just call those in and start taking them again. Not that they'd work anyway. And I'm in so much misery right now I can't really work. I had to go in last night for an event, and I barely made it through. I'm getting away with taking today off because of last night's thing, but I don't know what to do about the rest of the week. I could try to get my appointment moved up, but I'm afraid they'd laugh at me for asking. Even if I did get in, whatever they could do for me would take a couple of days to work, and I can't easily tell my boss why I need more time off. He's already been sounding less and less tolerant of the time I've taken off already (oh, and did I mention I don't get sick pay? Yeah. I lose money every time I'm out.)
Complicating matters is the fact that M's currently on a plane on his way to San Jose for a work thing. He'll be back later tonight, but in the meantime, I'm on my own. (And let me just mention how depressing it is to realize I actually only have two local people I could call in a crisis. There are more people than that who care about me, of course, but they're either not local, or not in a position to be able to help.)
Something I've decided, though... I've had enough of this. I'm not going to get pregnant, so I have no reason to not just take a garden trowl to things. Pending the outcome of the appointment, of course, I'm going to see what they can do about making things stop permanently. I'm really tired of being a slave to my uterus. I need to get my life back.
As I mentioned, in addition to the other midsection weirdness (which still isn't wholly resolved), I've been dealing with icky ladybits stuff lately. I have an appointment with the new gyn (or, technically, one of their np staff) on Friday, but I'm not sure I can wait that long. A couple of days ago, I ran out of the progesterone, which wasn't actually making the (3+ months) bleeding stop, but slowed it to a tolerable level, and now things are back with a vengeance. The blood's just kinda pouring out of me at this point, and I'm in rather horrid pain. I broke down and have been taking some Advil here and there (even though I'm probably ruining my kidneys in the process), but it's only making a tiny dent.
So, I'm at a loss right now. I don't have a refill on the meds, so I can't just call those in and start taking them again. Not that they'd work anyway. And I'm in so much misery right now I can't really work. I had to go in last night for an event, and I barely made it through. I'm getting away with taking today off because of last night's thing, but I don't know what to do about the rest of the week. I could try to get my appointment moved up, but I'm afraid they'd laugh at me for asking. Even if I did get in, whatever they could do for me would take a couple of days to work, and I can't easily tell my boss why I need more time off. He's already been sounding less and less tolerant of the time I've taken off already (oh, and did I mention I don't get sick pay? Yeah. I lose money every time I'm out.)
Complicating matters is the fact that M's currently on a plane on his way to San Jose for a work thing. He'll be back later tonight, but in the meantime, I'm on my own. (And let me just mention how depressing it is to realize I actually only have two local people I could call in a crisis. There are more people than that who care about me, of course, but they're either not local, or not in a position to be able to help.)
Something I've decided, though... I've had enough of this. I'm not going to get pregnant, so I have no reason to not just take a garden trowl to things. Pending the outcome of the appointment, of course, I'm going to see what they can do about making things stop permanently. I'm really tired of being a slave to my uterus. I need to get my life back.
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She wrote me a Vicodin scrip, bless her. Can't take it until I'm back home again, but it's something.
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