Wednesday, 6 September 2017


Wednesday, 6 September 2017 10:08 pm
apollymi: Ryou holding Thief King Bakura, text reads "Our Farewell" (YGO**Bakura/Ryou: Our Farewell)
I did the gynecologist visit today. That was... a trial. I think that maybe that's the best word for it: a trial. I got there at 9:30 and waited a bit before I was taken back. Once I showed the nurse my calendar of my periods, she immediately whisked me back for a trans-vaginal ultrasound. This technician was a lot better than the one in Tallahassee, who left me feeling like well churned butter. I got to the room and sat and waited... and waited... and waited... until eventually I got to see the doctor. She was good, if a bit abrupt. I felt like I barely started talking a few times before she was talking over me. I ended up having to have three uterine biopsies done, and I have an appointment for a saline ultrasound set for next Friday morning. So I now have two doctors' appointments on Friday. I'm going to have to take the whole day from my sick leave.

So the biopsies are, in the doctor's words, in part to "rule out cancer or pre-cancerous growths". Points to her for being honest, but I also didn't need the Big C word in my head. I also found out that my first Tallahassee gynecologist didn't do this job right as far as diagnosing whatever's wrong with me. He should have done more investigating, rather than listening to my symptoms and deciding it was endometriosis. Also, apparently D&Cs are not the proper procedure for endometriosis. But then, what do you expect from a doctor more willing to do surgery than proscribe birth control?

Also my uterine walls are unusually thick. That's the rest of why she did the biopsies.

And then I got on the train and went to work and was uncomfortable the rest of the day. I'm still uncomfortable. So sad.

But I've taken a Flexaril, and I'm probably not long to be awake, so I'm gonna cut this entry off here. Good night, all.