Trigger warning: the following story contains graphic details that may be unsettling. You don’t have to read it so don’t give me that ‘you shouldn’t post this’ crap.
August 2016 I started having severe cramping and sharp pain in my pelvic and abdominal regions. I started bleeding heavily and didn’t stop. Most days I couldn’t get out of bed as movement caused more pain and bleeding. At the end of the month I finally decided I had to see a doctor, who found a uterine polyp and determined that was the problem. This had to be a new medical development as I have had numerous ultrasounds and examinations in the recent past that didn’t find any uterine abnormalities. I was referred to an OBGYN to discuss options of removal. After talking with local offices I found one in Spokane (100 miles from me) that treated me with dignity and gave me choice. We decided on a D&C which I had to wait til October for. In the interim I was taking painkillers daily to get through the day and my partner took sick time to care for E and J.
After the surgery I felt fine til mid-November when I almost took myself to the ER for a transfusion and pain shot. Fortunately for my budget I had this ‘unless I lose consciousness I will not go’ and my partner helped me stay conscious and fed me iron by the buttload.
In the end, I ended up having to have an supracervical hysterectomy (uterus and tubes everything else stayed) due to my bladder being fused a few cm up onto my uterus by scar tissue. This was most likely caused by my last cesarean. Now if anyone knows that story you know why I’ve been so pissed off about the whole ordeal. Hell, I’ve been trying to write it out since it happened and I haven’t.
So I’ve been dealing with this weird pain for 8 f-ing years. Doctors claimed I was attention seeking, lying, just fat, my hormones were off. Ya know because I’m female I must not know the difference between what’s normal pain and what’s not. But they took my money after 10 minutes of belittling my pain. A little over 2 years ago it got to the point I couldn’t lift or do much strenuous exercise for very long without repercussions. I just dealt with it; I figured no practitioner had taken me seriously yet about it so I have to live with it. In August I wouldn’t stop bleeding and the pain was excruciating.
So that’s what happened.
And that’s why I despise doctors and the medical system in the United States.