A Follow Up to the Follow Up

On Friday I went back to the doctor.  I know, right?  It's like I am attempting to set a world record for how many times I can go to the OB/GYN when not pregnant or even attempting to become pregnant.  I hate going, I am embarrassed to keep going, but the fact was I felt terrible.  I felt like something was wrong and I thought if I didn't go in, I would end up in the ER at some point this weekend.  So... back I went.  Again.

Let's back up. Last Tuesday I started feeling really bad again.  Terrible sharp shooting pain on my left side that had me doubled over, even when on pain medication.  I was cramping and bleeding more than before AND one of my incisions was infected and oozing a white/yellow puss.  Did I forget to mention this post might be disgusting and if medical complaints make you queezy you might want to skip it?  I did?  Well, too late.  You now know about the puss and you can't UNknow something like that.  Welcome to Nick's world.

So anyway, I called on Wednesday to be like "um... I sorta feel terrible, but I THINK I feel better today than yesterday.  Also, there is puss."  And they were like, "Well... wait it out since you feel better.  Put on that antibiotic cream we gave you for said puss last week.  Call us if you need us." So I went about my business on Wednesday and Thursday but by Thursday afternoon I was just feeling like garbage and I called and made the appointment.  Now remember, my last appointment ended in me sitting there in tears and my doctor basically being like "you are okay!  It will get better.  See ya later!"  So I didn't really know what to expect.  Is there really any reason to go back? He said to just give it time.  But is it normal to feel THIS bad a month after surgery?

So anyway, I went in.  I sat down with the nurse and I bawled my eyes out.  Seriously.  Like it was embarrassing.  But you all, I felt SO BAD.  It hurts to stand up.  Randomly, for no reason, I just start having sharp shooting pains.  It hurts to empty my bladder.  IT HURTS ALL THE TIME.  So I tell her through my sobs, and I tell her I know I was just there a week ago, but I feel like something is wrong.  Then the doctor comes in and it is much of the same.  Sobbing, all day, all the time.  He tells me he was worried about me when I left last week. That they had a meeting about me.  That he wants to do an ultrasound to check on the IUD but that a cyst wouldn't come back that fast because he removed the entire thing.  He looks at my belly button and said "Yes... that is definitely puss."  He cleans it out, which he felt terrible about and said he knew it hurt.  I said it's sorta like when someone says "punch me in the arm so I don't notice my broken leg." It was fine.  The pain was NOTHING compared to the pain on my left side.

So anyway, this is long and rambling.  He did an ultrasound and....wait for it.... THERE WAS INDEED A NEW CYST ALREADY.  Yeah.  On that same ovary where he took out the huge cyst and ALSO removed part of the ovary to boot.  A new cyst.  He said it wasn't that big, and hopefully it will go away on it's own, but it helps to explain the pain.  He put me on two new pain medications and anti-inflammatory meds that I am to take three times a day no matter if I start to feel better or not.  He put me on a crazy strong antibiotic to help the puss situation that I have to take four times a day.  I am heavily medicated and it seems to be helping.  Although, as I sit here and type this my left side is killing me.  So there is still that.  Plus the antibiotic makes my stomach upset, so add that to my current list of complaints.  Good times.

He suggested going back on Lupron for six months, something I am not excited about but am willing to try.  We talked hysterectomy, which was really a first.  We both agree we want to try to avoid it as long as possible.  He is worried about me losing the ability to have children, but I have accepted that to be something that is no longer in my future either way.  For now, I just want to feel better.  Hopefully I am on the right track.  At least I feel like they listened at this appointment. At least I feel like they are trying.