I haven't blogged in a while because I have had a bit of a roller coaster of a ride lately, and I try not to burden others with my problems.
Now I'm going to share this journey with you. Be warned though, this has to do with the female reproductive organs, so if you're of the male species or at all squeemish, you may not want to read any further. However, this could possibly be valuable info for the ladies....
As you should already know, I have been on a quest to find out why I always feel just so blah all the time. All the test results have come back normal, save for a slight B12 deficiency, leading my Dr. to believe I just need more B12 and more sleep. I have been ordered to go to bed by 9:00. I'm 33 and have a bedtime.
While I was on this quest (which I'm still on, mind you) I went in for my pap smear. Now, I would say annual, but, alas, I haven't had one in 4 years. I know, I know, shame on me. I have my excuses, but that's just what they are. EXCUSES.
So my Dr took one look and was obviously taken aback. She said things like, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news", and "hopefully we caught in time". She DIDN'T say is was cancer, but she implied it. She didn't do the entire exam, she just took a quick scraping and gave me a sympathetic look and rubbed my back. Kind of like you would do if you were trying to sooth someone who was in tears, which I wasn't.
She immediately called an OBGYN to schedule me an appointment right away. And that was that.
I went home and fell into a kind of depression. I was totally convinced I had cervical cancer. I scoured the internet to try and find out as much info as I could possibly find, but there is surprisingly little. I hated the waiting and not knowing. Big D, of course, just kept telling me not to over react and that I was most likely fine and we should just wait to see what the other doctor said.
I understood his mindset, I really did, but for me, I had to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for the blow of the diagnosis. I knew I could be wrong, but I would prefer to go in there prepared for the worse and hear "carcinoma in situ" (earliest stage) rather than be devastated by the news. I talked to him about it and he understood. I also told him that even though he's trying to stay positive, I am aware of the fact that this is hard on him as well and that even though I wasn't ready to tell any of my loved ones (since I didn't know for sure) that he could tell his. That way he had a support system. Instead, he held it all in until a couple days before Christmas he had a bit of a breakdown. I won't get into all that, but it was an extremely difficult time. But just so you know, we did have a good Christmas.
Shortly after Christmas, my Dr's nurse called to tell me I had vaginosis and that a Rx had been called in at the pharmacy for me. I asked her about the pap smear and she said it all came back normal. WHEW! What a relief! I was mad at my Dr, though. For scaring me like that.
Then I had my OBGYN appt. I told him that the nurse said the pap was normal and that I had Vaginosis. I also told him that my Dr. hadn't done the full exam, so he did one. Minus the Pap, of course. He wrote a new Rx for a different antibiotic "just in case" and took more cultures. Also, "just in case".
He said because of the tenderness of my uterus he's thinking maybe Pelvic inflammatory disease or Endometriosis. My instructions: finish both Rx and if I don't feel better in two weeks make another appt.
In the mean time, I had a follow up with my regular Dr.
Guess frickin what!! The pap came back ABNORMAL.
So now it's back to the drawing board. We've already had our initial intense emotional response so it's out of our system.
But here's the real reason I felt like blogging tonight. Remember the doubled up precautionary antibiotics? Those cultures he took? Yeah, they came back normal. So guess what. Now I got a friggin yeast infection! Mother of God! What have you done??? I never get yeast infections. NEVER. And I am so glad because this is torturous!
