I had my OB/GYN appt yesterday and it went so unbelievably well! I thought I’d have to talk the doctor into a hysterectomy instead of trying the months of things that were such a failure in my mom and sister. I literally don’t think I’d survive hormone treatments, an ablation, or all that other stuff that led up to my family’s hysterectomies. So I went to the same doctor and gave him the run-down of health problems related to bleeding and he did the exam.
He totally agreed that a hysterectomy would be the best idea and that it be done as soon as possible. He said it felt like an adenoma in the uterine wall that was causing all the pain and bleeding. ThankyouJesus! He asked what my pregnancy plans were and I gave him the wtf look. I’ve got three kids and I totally don’t ovulate. He laughed and said that’s probably good because a pregnancy for me would most likely be “not low risk.” I’d be on my back or in the hospital for the entire 10 months, the migraines and heart issues would probably get worse, and the medication I’m on can cause birth defects. Let’s see… um, no baby maker sounds good to me.
I really like this doctor – he’s funny and sweet and really gives a damn. He also dealt with my sister successfully and is therefore a saint. There were a few really funny moments yesterday. He did the breast exam and said “aw, a rubber ducky!” I told him that my chest was the bath toy section of tattoos and I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head. “W-w-what?” I had to show him the other boob (he would have gotten there anyways) with the scuba diving turtle. While he was doing the “down there” exam he said “my stomach says burrrrrrrito.” LOL! It’s nearly impossible to laugh when you’re getting a cervical swab though so I just grinned.
My sister is the master of inappropriate comments and I was with Amber during all her baby stuff and all the uterine crap afterwards, so Dr. B knew I’m ok with random shit. He asked Amber if she really was comfortable with a hysterectomy and she told him “all my uterus does is bleed, cause pain, and produce bastard children. ” See, I didn’t know this when he asked me the same thing and I said “it’s like 5 lbs of worthless flesh. When can you go get it?” Although, I’ll never have reason to tell him to reach on up there and grab the kid by the fro and get him OUT so he’s going to have an easier time with me.
We went through all the health stuff and he pronounced me a healthy 28 year old female, other than the problems with the heart and brain and uterus… lol. I can’t wait to not have the uterus problem. I feel trapped by the stupid body and once it’s able to actually heal instead of getting caught up from bleeding only to bleed again, I’ll feel so much better.
My sister and mom are so happy for me. Shaun is too, but he’s worried about logistics. He’s a PM, so that’s his natural state. My dad said “no more grandbabies from my daughters…” I was like, Dad, I know where to get grandbabies! There’s like 100million in foster care. (Although, I told the doctor I bought my kids at Wal-Mart. It’s my standard answer for “where did they come from?” Wal-Mart.)
So, surgery is August 20th. Before then, I need to get this house spotless and the kids’ schedules down pat so that the family doesn’t get totally manipulated by my youngsters. I also need to coordinate who is going to help out on what days during what time. I need to get my laptop configured and all my TV shows onto a flash drive so I won’t be totally bored during the hospital stay. My cell is a wireless tether so I’ll have internet but cell coverage is spotty in the hospital. I’m pretty sure I can unplug for a couple of days… but that may just make me crazy.
Today is open house and kiddos start school on Monday. Most of A’s uniforms are washed, so I just need to get those separated into outfits. All the school supplies are bought and packed up in backpacks and ready to go. E’s the only one that will be home with me during the day, so most of the help I’ll need during the day will be with him and transporting the kiddos to and from school and making meals. I may need to call the vet and ask for some puppy sedatives for Nola and Abbie. Either that or duct tape a pillow to my tummy to ward off Nola hugs and just let Abbie do her over-protective “don’t come near my mommy” thing.
I’d better log off and start cleaning. I’m going to sweep then give each kid a wet magic eraser and let em go at the floors. They’re closer than I am. 🙂