Get Well bouquet from workplace
I know this year has been a turd in a toilet bowl for most everyone. I've been lucky enough not to be affected by COVID-19 (knock on wood) but my body still brought its fair share of challenges.
The very beginning of August is when my problems started and I'm still fighting them. I began to have very heavy bleeding and it would be for weeks on end. A pig in a slaughterhouse bled less than me. Went to a couple specialists who ruled out any kidney or bladder problems. Then it was on to an OB/GYN. She did a Pap Smear and noticed abnormal cells so a LEEP Procedure was done. In short, she went in my lady bits and fried off the abnormal cells she could see and scraped the lining of my uterus. Wouldn't you know it, didn't help!
In the meantime, because of the horror movie gore going on downstairs, I developed anemia. So I went in twice for iron infusions. Not to mention, I've been poked and prodded more times than a pin cushion. Oh, and I went into the ER once because the anemia was causing me to be lightheaded and dizzy.
iron infusion in the arm
OB/GYN determined I needed a D&C and Hysteroscopy. Because it's considered a surgery, I had to take the obligatory Corona test and spend three days in quarantine. Those three days were absolute, pure hell. I started having what felt like constant labor pains in my abdomen and muscle cramps in my back that would cause me to seize. I couldn't stand up, sit down, turn around, or go to town. I cried until my tear wells ran dry. It hurt so bad I begged Jesus to either take the pain away or let me die. Some comfort finally came in the form of Tramadol.
December 18th was surgery day. The OB/GYN went up my insides and scraped the endometrial lining of my uterus (in hopes of stopping the excessive bleeding). She also removed a polyp and took tissue in for screening of caner or other disease. (Still awaiting results). Recovery was also a MotherEffer. Blood pressure kept dipping low. But, after was all said and done, I thought I'd be good to go.
December 23rd rolled around and I went into my regular doctor for a wellness check. I explained that I still had a lot of bleeding and abdominal pain but it wasn't unbearable like before. She told me I needed to take it up with my OB/GYN and to make contact with her again after Christmas if things didn't get better. After crying (yet again), I left.
first surgery
I went home and figured I needed to put on my big girl panties and bear through the pain. It wasn't an hour later that I got a call from the nurse that my regular doctor wanted me to go in and get an abdominal CT scan. So, back to the clinic I went. After drinking water mixed in with yuck stuff, dye was ran through my veins and the scan was done. I was told I'd get the results in a few days.
Two hours later, the results came in. The doctor called and said I needed to go to the ER that night. The scan showed I had acute appendicitis and it needed removed immediately. It hadn't ruptured but was about to at any time. Bet you can't guess I started crying again! My husband was at work and I called to tell him. I also called my oldest son and bawled to him. Because of the stupid 'Rona, I wasn't allowed to have anyone there with me. It was me, myself, and I to go through this. I went into the ER and they already had a room ready for me. After a ton of tests, a confirmation from the surgeon, and a short wait for the operating team to be called in, it was time for surgery.
The surgery itself took an hour and a half. Again, recovery was crap. My blood pressure and oxygen levels kept dropping. Once stable, I went to a regular hospital room. I will say the entire medical team was Aces. Christmas Eve morning the surgeon came in to see me. He said the surgery was a lot more extensive once he got in there. Not only did my appendix need removed, he also removed an Ovarian Cyst and part of my right fallopian tube because it was plumb rotten. I also had a small bowel blockage and he had to remove the blockages. To top it off, several of my organs were so swollen and distorted that he had to sort them out and put them back in the right place. I was discharged a little before noon.
In summary, I have several upcoming doctor appointments to continue to figure out what needs to be done on down the road. I'm still waiting on results from the first surgery. And I will have been off work for 21 days by the time I'm allowed to go back. On the "glass half full" side of things, it seems I'm finally getting some answers and should be back to "normal" fairly soon. I was also able to visit with my son at my home, who came in from out of town. My husband and other son have went above and beyond with helping me. And, hey, I'm still alive!
So, how was your Christmas?
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