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14 February 2007 @ 09:32 pm
 
I never, ever ever ever want to go back to a hospital again ever.

After eight hours there, with the promise of three more to go, I started to cry.

I'm not going into the details. Let's just say cheekymice, I have a whole new well of sympathy for you. I can't imagine having to go through this as many times as you have.

Upshot: I am not dying. I do have uterine fibroids, which make it difficult if not impossible to have children. Since I had no interest in doing so, that doesn't bother me. They also, apparently, are the cause of some of my pain. Not all, just some. They may or may not contribute to the stomach pain and vomiting. No one knows.

I don't want to talk about the money either.

Anyway, I'm reasonably okay. Short of a CT scan (which I am NOT HAVING), everything looks reasonably fine.

Maybe the vomiting is stress. That would be nice. I'm going to figure on it being stress and let it go.
 
 
I feel: discontentdiscontent
 
 
 
Elle: Bohemian values 2: Beautytheletterelle on February 15th, 2007 06:10 pm (UTC)
Hee, I know. After I get insurance, and have been well for a long time, I might just have the thing ripped out. It'll decrease my pain, and hey, no more periods! And no BC! Awesome!