My Gyno thinks I may have Endo. If I don’t fall on steves penis and get pregnant this month I have to have Laparoscopic surgery to investigate in early March. I’m in a catch 22 situation. I’d be glad to know whats wrong but pissed I might have Endo. Are doctors EVER going to stop wanting to look at my vagina? I mean seriously, hasn’t she been through enough?
People get sqwirmy about having to have a pap test every two years. I have to have one every six months to monitor my CIN levels and hope to goodness it never gets back to CIN-3. Now I have a gyno that needs to have a look once a month (at different stages of my cycle) to monitor it ‘workings’ and it even has it’s own bloody diary where I have to write notes about how its feeling (physically) that day.
My vagina and I need a holiday. It’s costing us approximately $500 a month with bloodwork, thin preps, consult fees, medication etc. Thank god we have private health cover, eases the burden a bit. My mood swings are HORRIBLE. I don’t want to even be around me when they strike. I feel so sorry for steve, but steve just feels sorry for me. The only thing he can do to help is give me cuddles, lend an ear and have sex with me in as many proactive positions as possible as often as possible.
People were asking where I’d been the last couple of months. I’d hate to tell them we were told to have sex every 24 hours and it was just to much effort to organise our lives around going out as well as having sex, eating, working and sleeping!!!
My reproductive organs aren’t working the way they should be. Simple. Dealing with that information. Not so simple. As you can tell I’m mad and nervous. I tend to dribble crap on my blog when I’m scared. I’m also tired but the dream is too strong and we want this so bad that we ride each unrelenting wave with fear and love in our hearts… hoping.