So this might be too much information for most of you. It's sort of about girlie things, but not at all in that fun, exciting way that people talk about boobies or thongs. No, this is very bad, very scary, and very on-my-mind girlie shit. And even though I sort of told myself not to post anything about it, it's still invading my other thought processes so I figure - hell, I'll try to just flush it all out in one fell swoop. But please don't read on if you don't like the sound of the word "gynecologist".
Still with me?
Ok.
I'm not going to give out graphic details, because not only do I think they are beside the point, but I think they are very graphic.
But I am going to tell you that I have been having my share of gynelogical problems. I went to see the doctor last week for your regular ole check up, and am waiting to get tests results back from the lab for a little something she noticed. Could be serious, could just be a little something. So that's tripping me out. Meanwhile, another problem pops up over the weekend, and I just now got back from the ER (not where my normal gynecologist is) where I have plenty of little vials of stuff waiting to be analyzed as well. Next week, I go back to the gyno to rehash the test results from the first set of lab work. And we'll take it from there.
I am getting very, very upset about this. I have been told that I can have anything from a slight infection coupled with a minor, normal condition for woman (why the hell haven't I ever heard of it before?) to a serious friggin' disease (albeit a treatable one).
"But don't panic about it, try not to think about it, we'll know when we get the test results back in a week to ten days."
A week to ten days? Are you fucking kidding me? So I'm supposed to waddle around like this for a week to ten days pretending that I'm feeling dandy?
The frustration has nothing to do with the fact that I might have some icky problem that needs medical attention. I can deal with that - and I'm even going through some of the not-so-pleasant processes before the test results come back because the good, cross-eyed doctor is oh-so-sure about the "situation." Problem is, I had the same "situation" happen last year, they ran the same damn tests, and everything came up null. In retrospect, they chalked it all up to "sensitive skin and perhaps particularly violent sex." I'm not kidding.
No, the frustration is that I have been going in and out of various phases of the same problems coming up again and again, and nobody seems to take my history into account. They just keep shooing me out of their offices once the 20-miutes-per-patient time span has been exhausted. I'm thinking there must be something chronic going on here, or something that needs to be blasted away with some serious-ass medication, none of this rinky-dink cream shit they keep tossing my way.
Ok fine, maybe they're handling it the right way. But I don't know any other woman who has been through as much of this shit as I have. I just don't get it. Why can't they seem to find the answer? Why the hell is it so complicated? I'm a 23-year-old that has been in a monogamous relationship (so he says, and I believe him, naive as it may be) for almost four years. Compared to most people I know my age, my prior sexual history is clean as a friggin' whistle. In other words, I'm not an "at-risk" case. And ever since I was 18, I've always taken care of problems as soon as they arise, have gotten blood tests done annually, and have gone in for check-ups every six months. I take better care of my reproductive health than I do of my teeth, but I haven't had a cavity in years whereas I have had plenty of emergency trips to the Lady Doctor's. So what the fuck is going on?
My trip to the hospital today put me out two hundred euros. My medication in total has thus far cost me eighty-four. These fuckers better come up with an answer as to what the hell is wrong with me, or I'm asking for my money back.
You wanna know what I'm like in a bad mood? This is it, right here. This post.
Sugar, I'm sorry. I can't say anything more helpful without any details, but lots of lady diseases tend to come in cycles. I know that that doesn't help when you're in pain.
Thanks Angel. I'm not looking for help, just a little bit of sympathy. :)
You know you have the sympathy, darlin. I'm sorry you're in pain. (I've been through that route - with the pain and the difficult doctors and the lack of a diagnosis - or a reasonable one, anyway - it's so frustrating. I started to feel like it was just in my head after awhile. I knew it was real, but no one seemed to believe me.
I hope you feel better soon.)
I really think that's what's getting to me most. This is genuine pain, people. They're acting like I'm crazy for worrying about it, and I just want to give them a taste of THIS medicine.
I'm feeling a bit better today, though, so that's a good thing. I managed to hobble my way to the grocery store and back.
you keep ur chin up girl, there is only one standard of doctor, and thats low! be positive and strong, big electronic hug coming your way