Chronic Ama

I just learned to never search for ovarian cyst pictures after you've just eaten a big lunch. Did you know some of those things can grow hair!! Gross! Thankfully the one I had just three weeks ago wasn't any hairy trouble. It was more trouble being told to go to the ER in case I needed surgery for a cyst or possible abdominal adhesions that were causing ovarian torsion or some other misdeed. Of course they couldn't find anything at the ER that was causing me pain. And a great pain I did have for a few days! Even a follow up with my OBGYN still had a big question mark on my pain. I was, of course, a little scared and a little pissed to be having problems again, especially with no answers. Thankfully an ultrasound done last week revealed I did have a cyst burst, but it was a cyst caused by ovulation. It seems I may be in the small percent that has occasional painful ovulation.  I was supposed to follow up with the doctor this morning, but they had to cancel.

I think I may be the only person to admit that it is a little sad when your once curve-hugging jeans are now saggy-ass jeans. I like my big butt and I cannot lie. But, I also like the fact that since January 22nd, I have lost a little more than 6 pounds without really even trying. Yeah, you probably think I'm full of shit, but hear me out...  After my 10th anniversary party, it kinda hit me that I wasn't as healthy as I should be. I reached my goal of being freed of my medical problems, but now I was faced with keeping it that way. I still have one ovary, and thus, still have polycystic ovarian disease (PCOD) and will remain on meds for that until it's time to hit menopause, but I can still help my body be all it can be. Or something like that.  My main enemy is sugar. My PCOD causes insulin resistance, meaning that my body doesn't respond to normal insulin levels, leaving my blood sugar quite high and thus shooting me into the high risk category for type 2

I made it through my post-op appointment yesterday. I was looking forward to getting it out of the way. It looks like I will be having my hysterectomy sooner rather than later. I told the doctor about the pain I was still having she was on the same page as I was as far as wanting to get it taken care of. She acknowledged that the pain was probably worse after the surgery since everything was “stirred up” inside. I’ve gone through one day where the pain was so bad I couldn’t walk and that was more than enough to endure. Hell, I couldn’t even walk around at the zoo for more than an hour and a half without limping. And I still can’t wear jeans. A few hours in jeans last weekend was all I could take. If it’s not stretchy, it ain’t getting on. Yuck. I also had work to think about. I was supposed to be going back to work tomorrow. One part of me was excited to be getting back to work. The other part of me was worried sick about how I was going to manage my pain if I was at work. I

Another round of surgery, another disappointment. Well, sort of. Wednesday morning I went in to have my Implanon removed and have my tubes tied. I was also supposed to have more scar tissue removed and possibly have my left ovary removed, since after my last surgery, it was most likely non-functional. I had explained to my doctor that I was starting to have bad pain again. The pain started out as cramps about a month and a half ago and in the last two weeks has been more like sharp stabbing pain. My tubes were tied, but other than that, the surgery turned out to be more exploratory. My left ovary had attached itself to my uterus, making it really difficult and risky to remove. My surgery was done at an outpatient surgery center, not at a hospital, which is probably where some of the risk came from. I probably also have another band of scar tissue that needs to be removed. My doctor explained to my grandma, who was with me for the surgery, that I will probably still be pain. N