So I started Ogestrel 2 weeks ago (it’s birth control), in a last-ditch effort to try to regulate my periods before yanking my uterus out.
Late in the first week, I started having twinges of cramps. I looked it up online, and this was the #1 complaint/side effect from studies. Okay, fine, I’d deal with it.
Last week, the twinges started becoming actual pain.
These past few days, I’ve been having spikes of intense pain, at about an 8 or 9 on my “personal” pain scale, for between 5 to 30 seconds, which come about anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours apart.
I made the joke to Forrest that if this is what labor feels like, then I’m apparently giving birth to a grape. He laughed, and said he wasn’t laughing at my pain, but the visual. And I was making light of the situation, but it’s scary, you guys.
I’m going to the doctor tomorrow, after being on “ER Watch” all weekend for the pain (basically, if it got bad enough that I passed out, that’s the time to go to the ER, because my 10mg lortab hasn’t been putting a dent in it), and hopefully if they find anything, it’s benign, like a cyst or a fibroid.
If they don’t find anything, part of me is more worried about that, because it’s yet another case of, “body hurting for no good reason.” But it DOES hurt…very much so.
Anyway, I can’t sleep, even though I’m really tired. I’m going to be a bundle of stupid at the doc tomorrow, along with a bundle of nerves, and the worst part is that Forrest can’t be with me because he’s got a dental appointment at the same time as my doctor’s appointment.
I hate going to the gyno alone…I have ever since I was a teen. I especially hate it when ultrasounds are involved, and subjective descriptions of pain are given…Forrest is my witness to a lot of things, and when he’s not there, I feel like I have to downplay stuff so they don’t think I’m being dramatic, because he’s not there to back me up when I say, “it hurt so bad I got dizzy and had to lean on stuff to make my way to the couch, where I stayed for two hours because I couldn’t move.” Here, “lean on stuff” means “have Forrest hold me upright.”
Anyway, I’m going to try to get some sleep. We’ll see what happens.
Wish me luck.