Tomorrow I go to have my uterus out. If you don’t hear back from me, it means the uterus has defeated us and is free to rampage. Take precautions.
My Uterus Is On To Me
(Warning: Menstrual TMI)
Friday’s the big day. I think my uterus is suspicious, the pills the doc gave me are less and less effective at preventing menstruation. At first I was just spotting a little, then a few weeks later it changed to a light period. A few weeks after that, a normal period.
Over the weekend it’s gotten heavier, this morning I’m having a fairly heavy flow and starting to pass some larger clots—not the palm-sized horrors I was seeing before, but still pretty alarming. And of course I get a sampling of the cramping and queasiness I used to have.
I don’t think a heavy period can undo all my hemoglobin improvements in four days. I just need to hold out until Friday and we can get the damn thing out before it kills me.
Still Waiting
Had a blood draw Friday morning. Didn’t hear back from the doctor by Friday afternoon, so I phoned and left them a message. “Got the blood test this morning, please let me know the results and if we can schedule the surgery.” Didn’t hear from them by the end of the day.
I called again this morning and left another message. Still haven’t heard anything. Getting a bit concerned.
Told Alpha Geek about my messages this evening. “If I don’t hear anything by tomorrow after lunch, I’ll go to their office and sit in the lobby until someone talks to me.”
He gave me a wry look. “Someone who didn’t know you would think you were joking.”