Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Talked to my Gyno's office this morning...

At the urging of some of my friends, I was going to call my gynecologist's office this morning to talk about the amount of pain, how weak, how much I want to throw up, and so on, things I am experiencing from the withdraw of the progesterone. Well, the gynecologist's office beat me to it and actually called me. They wanted to reschedule the ultrasound I was too sick to go to, schedule more lab work, as well as my biopsy. Okay, that's fine, but when I am expressing to them that I am in a lot of pain, I am completely miserable, and they ignore it, I'm more than a little pissed. 

I can deal with bleeding all over, the fucking huge clots, the fact that I'm going through pads right and left, and can't leave the house because just going to the bathroom takes so much energy out of me. What I can't deal with is the weakness, the rampant nausea, and feeling like I'm being torn apart from the inside out. I hurt so bad, the pain is going down both legs and my fucking toenails hurt. I've had panicked crying fits, panic attacks, and have been fighting urges to claw at my skin and cut my own uterus. But, nope, the lady on the phone could give a fuck. Such is life. 


  1. Frig, this sounds like me before my hysterectomy. I can't even count the number of times I told people I'd grab a knife and just dig that thing right out of me! I used to bleed excessively, through super absorbency tampons ON TOP OF pads and right down my legs all in a matter of fifteen minutes. I remember being on my period for like six months, I'd hide in my room for hours, curled up in a fetal position, because the pain was so unbearable. I had to go through three different gynos before I finally got to one that would listen to me and understand my pain. I sympathize with you. The wait time is HELL.

    1. Ugh, I'm so sorry you had to experience that! I'm having one of those rush to the bathroom, take a shower, get dressed, repeat kind of days today. My gyno is supposedly really great and I see him tomorrow. He will hear about the receptionist, he will hear about today, and if I get the brush off, I will let them have it.