Monday, November 21, 2011

A very disgusting post

If you are a guy, this is a female menses post, it is graphic, do not read if you are squeamish in any way shape or form.  If you're still reading at this point you have been warned.

I should have known what was wrong a long time ago. But being the stubborn, most famous 'in denial' person I know, I wouldn't allow my self to think it let alone admit it.  In letting my tight regimen of supplements, healthy foods no matter what they cost, and exercise routines slip by the wayside, I had let the devil in the front door.

Last week he took full possesssion (no not the head turning  vomit spewing type of possession).  My body went into full melt down mode and I landed in the hospital with a falling hematacrit score, blood running  unchecked from my (unknowingly) diseased uterus, and the headache/headcold from hell to boot.

I spent two and a half days in the hospital on IV to keep my body pumped full of fluid, received 1 transfusion, and a D&C.  And I still had the headache from hell, turns out I'm sensitive to the antibiotics I was given plus the side effects of the antibiotics was...guess what....headache.

I kept going over and over in my head, between  he skull splitting throbs,  how did I get into this shape?  My period had been light, and utterly predictable.  My new gynecologist had the answer.  My body hadn't been getting the signal to release my uterine lining so what i got was a light regular period and a huge build up of lining until it couldn't hold any more resulting in bleeds/spotting which became worse the longer I was on my feet, then it started shedding some of the excess lining which occurred every single time I moved.  Not small pieces either, CHUNKS, great big fist sized CHUNKS.

I bleed through 40 Always Infinity overnight pads in less than 24 hours.  Tampons?  Forget it, they just came right back out.

I was half asleep (more like unconscious) when the gynecologist on call came in to have a look at me.  A couple of hours later I awakened in recovery with the news that I had multiple HUGE fibroids, she had removed a huge amount of uterine lining and that she was shocked I hadn't had more problems than I had.

I accredit that to trying to live a healthy lifestyle but I forgot that at my age I have to be ever vigile.  I'm no spring chicken.  My female family history isn't stellar in regards to vaginal/uterine health and I should have been paying better attention.

That said, my next step is one of 3 choices, fibroid embolization, uterine ablation, or hysterectomy.  I 'd prefer to go in that order.  Hormone therapy/birth control is off the table as the side effects can be as bad as the problem itself.

I came away tired, bloated (to the tune of 20 pounds TWENTY!) my feet didn't even fit into the shoes I'd worn into the hospital, eesh! and ready to tackle the problem head on.  I'm just not sure of the approach and I don't like uncertainty.  I know as many people happy that they'd had a hysterectomy as those who regret the decision.  As much as I regret the decision to have my tubes tied, I'm thinking the later 2 of the three choices will only worsen the regret.

Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving,  is decision day and I hope I make the right one.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

UGh. I hate cold.

My goal is determined.  I started working on my book.  I have mixed feelings about it since I've been in epic fail mode of  late.

I'm just going to plunge ahead and get back on track.  The book is actually going well despite my misgivings.

I still don't feel well and this dreary cold damp fall is not doing anything to help my mood.  Seasonal Affective disorder much?

Actually it may be the lack of sunshine which may mean a membership at the local tanning beds.  I've been tempted to  try the infrared sauna and body wraps are beginning to appeal to me again so yeah, salon here I come.  It may be the bump I need to get back on track as well as beginning to work on my book.