Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Maybe a brain transplant would get me attention

Tomorrow, I am going into the surgery center to have done what is called an ablation. Apparently, because I'm in my 40's, I bleed like death should immediately follow, and at times, I cannot leave my house without worrying about bleeding on your couch. 

Turns out, I have fibroids. Normal as can be, but mine are fucking up a few days of my month more and more. I would just have a hystorcomy, but who has time for that?  My doc seems to believe this ablation (they are going to scald the inside of my uterus with hot water inside of a balloon until it scars) will work. And I'll be put to sleep a little. Sounds beautiful, doesn't it?

Not a huge procedure. I should be fine within a day or so. But I want my family to treat me like I could die during it. Bob completely forgot he had to pick me up, and has his VA appointment. Well...that is okay. My dad can pick me up. I'll just leave my car there. Whatever. 

My kids couldn't give a SHIT that I have to be there at 5:30 in the morning and that I can't take Excedrine for my headache. They just keep coming to me with requests for more homework help, different lunches, etc. 

Bob has already gone to bed downstairs. No surprises there. He is being a complete ass. He loves to remind me that we live off of his money and he pays for everything. Every fucking thing. Even the insurance that will pay for 80% of this procedure. 

Okay dude, I get it. But I AM having surgery tomorrow and if I die, you'll get less money, jerk. 

No one cares.  I take offense to that. I want them to be worried. My needy ass, needs that. 

My expectations will forever fuck me up. 

I took the next two days off of my internship. WHICH I LOVE, by the way. I think I found my place. I love the hospital. I love the patients. I love the professionalism. I love the woman who is training me. I HOPE they hire me. It's a great place. WHEW!  I love it. 

Anyway, wish me luck for tomorrow. It's seriously like NOTHING. But I would like to be treated like I'm having a brain transplant.  

8 comments:

  1. Good luck tomorrow! I had one done in Nov of 2012 because of the same reason. I only had three periods in 2013 and they were totally manageable. I was really hoping for none since I'm 52 and should be near the end!?!?! My doctor tried to talk me into having it done for a couple years before I actually consented. The devil you know is better than the devil you don't but when I started having to sleep in Depends, that sealed the deal! Milk it for all you're worth for at least two days! Flash forward to today, Jan 14th, I was to have my annual exam. My doc retired last year so I had to see someone new. And I totally WALKED OUT due to her unprofessionalism. I've been going to that practice for 28 years and you know what, Im so proud of myself. I rescheduled for next with another doctor in the practice. I feel like a grownup!

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    1. I almost bought depends. Luckily they got me in. If this doesn't work, I'll get a hysterectomy in May. Glad it worked out:)

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  2. Good luck sweetie! I hope they get their heads outta their keisters soon; it sucks when Mom needs help and compassion, and none is forthcoming. (Been there, done that, got the lousy t-shirt.)

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  3. Best wishes on your brain transplant.

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    1. Margaret, I so badly want to know what you wrote!':)

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  5. I have been extremely surprised at how much pain I'm in. My gallbladder removal was less pain. My uterus has always been touchy. Hopefully the pain will be gone by tomorrow.

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