Now my warning to you, in a TMIish vein… I had an IUD put in last year, and had the bleeding, spotting, along with incredible abdominal pain. A trans-vaginal ultrasound indicated nothing wrong. I put up with it for a year, it got to the point that I was ‘‘getting my period’’ every weekend (cramps, bleeding, emotional freakouts, etc.) I went to a new doctor and lo and behold, I wasn’t ‘‘getting my period.’’ My freakin’ cervix was bleeding and inflamed. For a YEAR. It was taken out immediately. I’m still recovering.
More TMI…
I have severe, severe, severe IBS and I have for years. It’s gotten so bad that I’m beginning to feel like I’m dying of intestinal cancer or something, without the actual legitimate diagnosis. The excruciating pain, humiliation and life disruption is all there. I imagine most folks don’t think of IBS as a real disease. It is fucking hell. I have to cancel my plans all the time. I tried to go the museum in New York City on four different weekends. The first weekend I got sick in New York City and had to come home. My Aunt had come all the way from Syracuse to go with me. Weekend ruined. The other three weekends I didn’t even make it out the door of my house. I’ve missed work because of it.
I tried to go to the bookstore tonight… had to head for home immediately. I was crying in the car because I didn’t think I was going to make it upstairs. I made it to the toilet just in time. I had to throw my coat and purse on the floor, but I made it. I am afraid to go anywhere if there is even the slightest inkling of a stomach upset. I must know where bathrooms are at all times.
One very humiliating time I was visiting a friend and I did not make it home in time and had to pull over on the side of the road and ruined my coat. I’ve had some tests run, I’ve changed my diet, taken up exercise, and while some of it helped, nothing makes it go away completely. It is such a horrible thing to suffer from because it’s taboo to discuss with anyone, so I just suffer alone. Maybe I will go back to the doctor and make them run more tests. I have completely given up on doctors helping me though.
I’ve told people I know that I have stomach issues, but never elaborated on how bad it is. It’s very bad. I fear I will have to live with it for the rest of my life.
For some reason that feels very good to get off my chest.
Here’s another one. I haven’t had sex in like three months. And that’s pretty typical. Mostly because I haven’t felt well enough to do it.