From blog Liberalty:
Thursday, February 24, 2011
TMI Again!
If I was a woman back in the 1800s I doubt that I would have lived to see my 50th birthday. I still have a couple of years before I get to that milestone but it is staring me in the face. Why I am dwelling upon the upcoming milestone is because I am having the same old troubles with my fibroid(s) as ever and it has taken the wind right out of my sails. The problem bleeding issue has returned with a vengeance which means that I have to stop taking my hormones which means I am not sleeping well at night, am itchy, and bitchy. Not only that, but I’ve already had one UTI and one migraine headache–all because my body is running out of hormones. But hey, I have stopped the stupid constant bleeding and that’s a plus, barely.
What this means is that I am going to yet another doctor because I can’t live like this. The new doctor I met yesterday is from Bloomington. He’s an ex-Marine and looks like it because he is one solid rock of a guy. Muscular, older, with a shaved head and a gray handlebar mustache. I was sweating like a fiend. I always have women doctors but I have run out available women practitioners so now I am seeing guys, which makes me VERY uncomfortable. On their intake form they had questions about sexual violence which surprised me but I answered yea and so maybe that’s why he was so nice, to put me at ease.
So I am going to get an MRI next week to see what state my grapefruit size fibroid is in. I asked about ultrasound for a treatment option. I recall reading about how some doctors are using ultrasound to break up a mass instead of using surgery and that appeals to me greatly. I must get rid of this fibroid and I don’t want surgery, especially abdominal surgery. I made a remark about having two babies, and my son being almost nine pounds at birth–I got a hole down there dammit, I don’t need for them to be carving new ones in me for heaven’s sake. Yes, I’m difficult. (think of Meg Ryan crying as she delivers this line in the movie When Harry Met Sally). I want this taken care of without having all my insides yanked out and being made an IT rather than a woman, AND I don’t want them carving holes in me. I want the fibroid gone, I want to stop bleeding and I want hormones because I must be too damn skinny and I don’t have enough which makes me miserable. I know other women who have gone through the change. They complain a bit about forgetting everything (check) and hot flashes (double check) and lack of sleep (triple check, I got a couple of hours sleep last night and woke up at 3:30 a.m. then again at 4:30 a.m. and AGAIN at 5:30 a.m.) but these women overall don’t seem REALLY bothered by their symptoms like I am. Okay, that settles it, I am the biggest baby on the block, in this town, in the world!!!