Drae, I’m glad it wasn’t your appendix. Hopefully, the CAT scan brings you fairly decent news. Surgery is never fun, well at least for me.
My younger sister just had her ovaries removed (she’s 39) in January. She had some really bad female problems. They ended up leaving her uterus in place, though. It started with cysts, but she’s endured problems for years, so they finally did something about it.
Your empty uterus line cracked me up too. I tend to make remarks like that when I’m in um…awkward/uncomfortable medical situations.
I, however, have been a very bad girl and still haven’t taken care of my girly check-up. I keep saying I should do it, but somehow never seem to follow through. I know I have, um, some issues, but they’re not killing me, so I muddle through.
Part of my fierce aversion to going to the doctor is a very, very bad gyno exam I had to endure when I was 15. The doctor was a complete and utter asshole. There are many more expletives to describe him, but this is the MMP, so I’ll leave it at that.
In addition, all through my 20s I had elevated liver functions. At first they thought the Pill was causing it, so I had to quit taking it. Then, they discovered I had gallstones, so my gallbladder was removed at age 22. This was in the days before laproscopic surgery, so I have a nice ugly scar to remind me of this. Even after that, my functions remained elevated. I had to go in EVERY week for blood tests. I did not do drugs, I didn’t drink heavily, I had never been to a third world country, etc. I was tested for all the hepatitis versions. Negative. I endured a liver biopsy. This sucked because they didn’t get a big enough sample the first time, so they had to do it again.
The results from the biopsy stated my liver looked like that of a women in her 50s who had some disease (I can’t remember what it was). Whatever, the disease was, it resulted in requiring a transplant! The biopsy went on to further state, this was impossible because the patient (me) was only 26. :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
Anyway, after enduring more tests, more headshaking, more being told my case was for the medical journals, I gave up. About three and a half years ago, I went in for a sort of physical and the girly check. I had them run tests on my liver again, and nothing super extraordinary was found. Very slightly elevated, but no biggie.
So, I put up with an occasional twinge in that area, feeling generally run down or tired, and a serious lack of energy. I force myself to get through every day and every task or chore. It’s just something I’ve learned to live with.
However, with all that being said, I would not recommend anyone else follow my stupid course of action or “inaction”. I just ran out of patience.
Whooo-wee! I’m gettin’ to be a geezer. I didn’t realize I’d typed that much.
Rigs, best wishes for a very safe and good trip! I’m still all envious!
I need to throw a load of laundry in the dryer. I can’t believe no one has ponied up The Laundry Fairy for me! What gives?
I could add a bag of Cheetos[sup]TM[/sup] to the mix so I could wipe my hands on the white tshirt and have a big orange stain across the tshirt belly. Nothing says sloth like a big orange Cheeto[sup]TM[/sup] on a white tshirt I always say. Instead, here I sit at work. Le sigh.
