Apr. 4th, 2011 08:54 pm
Today's adventures in medical care
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textualdevianceSo, I worked last night (awards show thang), and barely survived it. The ladybits stuff that started Friday has been getting progressively worse and more ouchie, and as of this morning, I was actually crying with the pain. Which pretty much never happens, because I consider myself far too butch for that shit. I reserve my crying for maudlin self-pity and emotionally manipulative scenes in movies, dammit.
I had the day off anyway (due to the awards show thang) so I finally talked myself into and calling the new gyn's office to see if they could move up my appt. date from Friday to today. Initially, they said no, and I asked what else I could do, and the poor gal on the phone was like, "Um? Go to the ER?" 10 minutes later, she called back and said the NP at their Issaquah office could squeeze me in today. After getting there 20 minutes late thanks to getting lost, I then spent the next three hours sitting in an exam room with a constant stream of people going in and out and doing various things: Pelvic exams, blood draws, weird BP tests, etc.
And then the doc decided she needed to do an endometrial biopsy.
I've had two of these, when this sort of thing happened before, and they were unpleasant enough then. This time? I wasn't even on Advil. No drugs, no anesthesia of any sort. And she had to use a temeculum (picture one of those little pickle-spearing doodads, only lodged into your cervix. Yeah.) It got so bad that I broke out into a cold sweat, my vision went blurry and I damn near puked. The only worse experience I've ever had was the botched HSG from ~10 years ago that took an hour (they're supposed to take ~5 minutes) and the lidocaine wore off halfway through.
All that? And she doesn't think she got enough tissue for a proper sample. So I may have to do this again in the next couple of days. Fortunately! She also wrote me a scrip for Vicodin, and I will therefore be drugged in advance the next go (though the dose I took an hour ago doesn't seem to be working yet. Hmf.)
I also went in to a different clinic (hospital walk-in) for a proper ultrasound. That was a far more pleasant experience. Still uncomfortable, because I was still in pain from the biopsy and the general horrid cramping thing, but tolerable. This was mostly because the US tech was absolutely adorable. Looked like a half-Korean version of Rachel Maddow. Had I met her under any other circumstance, I prolly would have asked her out on the spot. Yes, I know I'm ridiculous. Sue me. I was taking enjoyable moments where I could today.
Anyway, she did a full-on abdominal US on me--kidneys, gallbladder, etc.--in addition to the pelvic. So if there's anything going on besides the badger trying to claw its way out of my uterus, I'll find out.
Will find out more about what the hell is going on sometime tomorrow, I expect. Hoping they don't want to do another biopsy on me because AFJKLAGKJASFHGIOHGOD!!!!!!!!!!!! But, w'ev. At this point, I just want this to stop, and whatever they want to do to me to make that happen, I'm in favor of. As long as I also can have drugs.
In the meantime, the doc also gave me a scrip for industrial-strength progesterone (they usually give this stuff to cancer patients--that's how awesome it is.) Hoping it works, because I'm fucking tired of the pain and the interruption to my life and work schedule, and I DO NOT want this stupid shit getting in the way of my vacation next month.
I had the day off anyway (due to the awards show thang) so I finally talked myself into and calling the new gyn's office to see if they could move up my appt. date from Friday to today. Initially, they said no, and I asked what else I could do, and the poor gal on the phone was like, "Um? Go to the ER?" 10 minutes later, she called back and said the NP at their Issaquah office could squeeze me in today. After getting there 20 minutes late thanks to getting lost, I then spent the next three hours sitting in an exam room with a constant stream of people going in and out and doing various things: Pelvic exams, blood draws, weird BP tests, etc.
And then the doc decided she needed to do an endometrial biopsy.
I've had two of these, when this sort of thing happened before, and they were unpleasant enough then. This time? I wasn't even on Advil. No drugs, no anesthesia of any sort. And she had to use a temeculum (picture one of those little pickle-spearing doodads, only lodged into your cervix. Yeah.) It got so bad that I broke out into a cold sweat, my vision went blurry and I damn near puked. The only worse experience I've ever had was the botched HSG from ~10 years ago that took an hour (they're supposed to take ~5 minutes) and the lidocaine wore off halfway through.
All that? And she doesn't think she got enough tissue for a proper sample. So I may have to do this again in the next couple of days. Fortunately! She also wrote me a scrip for Vicodin, and I will therefore be drugged in advance the next go (though the dose I took an hour ago doesn't seem to be working yet. Hmf.)
I also went in to a different clinic (hospital walk-in) for a proper ultrasound. That was a far more pleasant experience. Still uncomfortable, because I was still in pain from the biopsy and the general horrid cramping thing, but tolerable. This was mostly because the US tech was absolutely adorable. Looked like a half-Korean version of Rachel Maddow. Had I met her under any other circumstance, I prolly would have asked her out on the spot. Yes, I know I'm ridiculous. Sue me. I was taking enjoyable moments where I could today.
Anyway, she did a full-on abdominal US on me--kidneys, gallbladder, etc.--in addition to the pelvic. So if there's anything going on besides the badger trying to claw its way out of my uterus, I'll find out.
Will find out more about what the hell is going on sometime tomorrow, I expect. Hoping they don't want to do another biopsy on me because AFJKLAGKJASFHGIOHGOD!!!!!!!!!!!! But, w'ev. At this point, I just want this to stop, and whatever they want to do to me to make that happen, I'm in favor of. As long as I also can have drugs.
In the meantime, the doc also gave me a scrip for industrial-strength progesterone (they usually give this stuff to cancer patients--that's how awesome it is.) Hoping it works, because I'm fucking tired of the pain and the interruption to my life and work schedule, and I DO NOT want this stupid shit getting in the way of my vacation next month.
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