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Owie.
Hmm. I guess my warranty ran out 'cause I seem to be broken. I woke up today in terrible pain.
In other news: the wave dragon is coming along slowly but nicely. I've almost finished painting the waves...they look pretty cool. Will probably glue the whole thing together tomorrow. It'll take a while as I have to hold each piece in place for the glue to set (clamps scar the leather pieces). Tedious but also fun in a way. It's like assembling a puzzle.
I have fibroids in my uterus. (And the men dive for cover whenever I invoke the power of "female problems". Just for kicks, throw out terms like "uterus" and "cramps" and "cervix" in a roomful of mixed company and watch how fast the guys clear out...S'fun.). Anyway it's a problem I've had for a while, but ANOTHER problem I have is with doctors...especially gynecologists. I avoid mine like the plague. I have to be dying to visit the office. This is very bad, I know. Some people go base jumping. Some people smoke unfiltered cigarettes. I avoid my gynecologist. It's all stupid, but there it is.
Well today I felt like I was dying. The pain was so bad I felt nauseous and close to passing out. It was the kind of pain that makes you wiggle your ankles because it triggers your "flight" instincts. It was so bad I woke up with the word "hospital" in my head, and I dragged myself to the bathroom for a shower because I did not want to offend anyone at the ER.
Speaking of the shower, it's awesome now. We had a ceiling insert and a new shower curtain bar installed. It's the kind that curves outward and pulls the curtain away from the tub somewhat. It seems like ten extra inches of elbow space ought to be no big deal, but it helps immensely.
Anyway I called my doctor and I was sent to get a sonogram. Those fibroids are growing and they'll have to come out. They never hurt before but I guess they've reached a point where I can't ignore them anymore. They look scary as hell. :-(
So Monday I'll be seeing the doc (boo). In the meantime I have to take it easy. Motrin's working pretty good but I still feel a dull constant ache. The idea of surgery scares the heck out of me, but I'm thinking that being without this constant pain will be a good thing. Now that I think about it, I've been sore for a long long time...I've just been stoic about it.
Well today I felt like I was dying. The pain was so bad I felt nauseous and close to passing out. It was the kind of pain that makes you wiggle your ankles because it triggers your "flight" instincts. It was so bad I woke up with the word "hospital" in my head, and I dragged myself to the bathroom for a shower because I did not want to offend anyone at the ER.
Speaking of the shower, it's awesome now. We had a ceiling insert and a new shower curtain bar installed. It's the kind that curves outward and pulls the curtain away from the tub somewhat. It seems like ten extra inches of elbow space ought to be no big deal, but it helps immensely.
Anyway I called my doctor and I was sent to get a sonogram. Those fibroids are growing and they'll have to come out. They never hurt before but I guess they've reached a point where I can't ignore them anymore. They look scary as hell. :-(
So Monday I'll be seeing the doc (boo). In the meantime I have to take it easy. Motrin's working pretty good but I still feel a dull constant ache. The idea of surgery scares the heck out of me, but I'm thinking that being without this constant pain will be a good thing. Now that I think about it, I've been sore for a long long time...I've just been stoic about it.
In other news: the wave dragon is coming along slowly but nicely. I've almost finished painting the waves...they look pretty cool. Will probably glue the whole thing together tomorrow. It'll take a while as I have to hold each piece in place for the glue to set (clamps scar the leather pieces). Tedious but also fun in a way. It's like assembling a puzzle.
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All freaky and scary to me. I've had major abdominal surgery before and it took months to heal properly.
Anyway even though I avoid him in an unhealthy manner my GYN is the regional specialist when it comes to removing these things. Not that the knowledge makes me feel any better... *is a big baby*
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I still have bleeding occasionally when I bike but I've been checked multiple times even since the surgery so it's nothing wrong with the ovaries or anythign they can see...so I guess it's just another weird 'me' thing.
I had my surgery on September 10, 2001...and on September 30, I moved to Ottawa...so I SHOULD have been out of commission longer but I wasn't waiting. Still, at that poitn it was still agonizing to cough, and my family wouldn't let me lift anything. I DID have an eight inch scar that had only just had the staples removed, lol.
I voluntarily had more surgery to revise the scar a couple years later. The scar is bigger (about a foot) but now it is horizontal rather than vertical and it's better looking, overall. Surgery just doesn't freak me out, I guess. Probably because I think that if anything goes wrong, hey...I'll never know :) But I get where people with brains would worry.