And now a gentler refrain

I try in my posts to focus less on the medical side of things and more on the what am I feeling side of things. I think for this one post at least I am going to start off in a different dreft...

I had a D&C on Friday of last week. Under general anethesia. My blood pressure shot up so high they couldn't give me the pittocin like medication to help my ute contract and expel contents even more. So, I didn't bleed at all on Sat and Sun afternoon. I thought, to myself...GREAT! This is going to go nice and clean and easy.

I was wrong!

On Sunday evening, around 11:30 pm, the worst pain ever started while sitting on the toilet and hasn't really let up since. I mean, honestly, writhing on the floor, crying out loud, scaring the dogs and probably the neighors type pain. I sat out here on my computer blaming myself for it. Broken stupid me. Until 6:30 am when my hubby got up. I had taken some heavy duty pain medication. I didn't work. I was going INSANE. I am not kidding.

SO, I called the doctor who did this to me's office...BLADDER INFECTION they proclaimed. Go get a urinalysis. Why, I asked? I am bleeding like mad at this point? Oh, they said, the blood is secondary to the bacteria they will find.

Let me clue you in gentle reader...

Despite all the hate I spewed forth in my last post for my body, I know it very well.

I do NOT have a BlADDER INFECTION...oh no. We are not going there again...like before.

For over 8 years, doctors all over the place, in Emergency rooms, in country clinics while on vacation, in major medical centers in important US cities diagnosed my writhing, penetrating, seriously debiliating PAIN....as

BlADDER INFECTION!

Guess what? I never was a only a bladder infection. See, my body is plagued with....drum roll please....

I like this color....ENDOMETRIOSIS....YES! Great globs of it...

So let me first apologize to my ovaries...because two years ago, after bouts of debiliating pain that were leading me towards losing my job, I had not 1 but two surgeries, one with a huge robot and 4 stomach inscions to save my ovaries from the ravages of hell and endometriosis....MAke that 6 stomach incisions....

Then, let me apologize to my uterus....endo all over that too...and a giant fibriod to boot. A bad one. TAKE IT OUT!

So....NOW.....guess what...

GO get tested for bladder infection, do a dirty urinalysis and we can then rule out anything serious like a BLADDER INFECTION.....saz the doctor who did this to me via his nurse.

Oh no. they weren't getting off that easy.

So, I throw bad 2 more heavy duty pain meds...hallucinate a little bit longer and wait until 2pm to see my family doctor who has NEVER EVER LET ME DOWN. THANK GOD FOR HIM!

I go in, he looks at me, takes my temp, pushes gently around and DECLARES!!!! RATHER EMphatically.....


You have more going on here than an BLADDER INFECTION and oh, I can't really get a good test of on your pee (he didn't use those words really) b/c of the BLOOD!!!!

So hubby and I (he is home from work for like the 2nd Monday in a row)...jump in the car and drive off to the Doctor who did this to me's office.

I am told to get on the scan table to be probbed again with the photographic dildo when I try to lay back..hey look at that....SHE CAN"T STRAIGHTEN OUT HER LEGS!!!!

Oh, when did this start the nurse exclaimed (I am trying to be dramatic but not for effect)...Husband was ready to jump out of skin and all over nurse. The doctor who did this to me comes in and proclaims....oh..you have a big blood clot in there.

And oh by the way, just to remind you, this is your fault he saz since you had high blood pressure while on the table on Friday and they couldn't give you the pittocin like drug....YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE THAT LOOKED AT BY THE FAMILY DOC THAT COULDN"T DO THE BLOOD URINALYSIS on you...Did he take your BP while there? No...I say. Because it would have just been high anyway....

PAIN...remember? ? ? ?

So, now, huge amounts of antibiotics are pouring into me...for the mysterious NON-BLADDER infections....

I get to get gorked out on some other high power narcotic durg. That is fun! NOT....

And that is it!

I am sorry body of mine. I forget everything that plauges us sometimes. And it doesn't even mean I don't notice, it just means I forget.

I have to now, wait until the tissue passes. Sort of like elongated LABOR pains really. To pass the forgotten blood clot.

I should also mention...I don't have High blood pressure until I go to anethesia. I told that pusher drug man before he gorked me out major that I was susceptible to it while out and under and recovering. I guess he didn't think it was important enough to listen to me....I guess he also expects to get paid...

cluck....

the hen