It appears that my worst nightmare may well be true. Yep, fibroids, which killed my baby in 2002 and I had surgery to remove, later that year may well have grown back. I’ve been in denial for about a year about them, because this time they’re behaving differently. Last time they were subserosal, that is, in the uterine wall, and while they hurt like a SOB, I didn’t have abnormal bleeding. In fact, despite all my various and sundry fertility problems, I’ve been as regular as a clock until last year. I suspect that this time they’re submucosal, that is, in the uterus itself. And yes, this time I’ve got bleeding. Crazy bleeding. My Midol week has turned into a Midol month and then some.
I’ve been in denial for a minute, because I really don’t want to deal with this right now. For one thing, it’s going to cost a grip, and if you’ve been reading this blog, you know I don’t have health insurance. On the other hand, I can’t continue bleeding this way either. I’ve had to give up my exercise routine because I’m literally light-headed and dizzy much of the time. I do skull-crushers for my triceps. It would be a shame for that colorful term to become a reality.
I’m going to see a gyno on Tuesday. I had planned to return to my gyno in Huntsville, but with these type issues going on, I thought it would be prudent to find someone here. I’ve heard good things about her, but man, she’s expensive. I thought about going to a clinic, but my gynecological history is crazy complicated and I think I need someone who’s very sharp, so I’ll just have to pony up the cash.
I’m saying all this to say that if in the coming weeks I sound crazier than usual, just keep in mind that I’ve more or less been bleeding since March 23. If you believe in a deity of any kind, or if you don’t, please pray for me. I’m not ashamed to admit, I’m scared to death.