I finally did it. I went to the doctor and asked for a hysterectomy. I'd had enough of being almost knocked out by weariness and pain every month. It was time.
Well, I had to be examined first, with all the less-than-joyous procedures that go with it. When the results came back, everything was normal. No fibroids, no endometriosis.
So, the doctor didn't want to do a hysterectomy. It seems that in this country, they only do it if something is wrong with you. He suggested endometrial ablation.
After a series of visits to the gynecologist, the GP, the gynecologist, the blood lab, the GP, et cetera, I was cleared for surgery. Yesterday morning, I arrived bright and early at the clinic for the procedure. I talked to the receptionist, then the nurse, then a doctor, then I was taken to my room, and got into that gown they give you. And waited for five hours.
The nurse came in, gave me two injections, and then left. Finally, it was my turn. And let me tell you, that operating room was terrifying. All those bright lights and strange people, none of whom spoke English. I was strapped down, and the cannula was inserted into the back of my hand, since my veins are difficult even for a professional to find.
Then I woke up in my room, with more orders being given to me in Czech. I was cold from the anesthetic, and hooked up to an IV drip. Eventually, a nurse came in and disconnected it; some time later, she removed the cannula, which REALLY hurt.
I had to stay overnight - not my choice; that's what the doctors decided. I am now, finally, HOME, and I've just taken a shower to wash that industrial antiseptic smell off me. Man, I do not like hospitals.
Well, I had to be examined first, with all the less-than-joyous procedures that go with it. When the results came back, everything was normal. No fibroids, no endometriosis.
So, the doctor didn't want to do a hysterectomy. It seems that in this country, they only do it if something is wrong with you. He suggested endometrial ablation.
After a series of visits to the gynecologist, the GP, the gynecologist, the blood lab, the GP, et cetera, I was cleared for surgery. Yesterday morning, I arrived bright and early at the clinic for the procedure. I talked to the receptionist, then the nurse, then a doctor, then I was taken to my room, and got into that gown they give you. And waited for five hours.
The nurse came in, gave me two injections, and then left. Finally, it was my turn. And let me tell you, that operating room was terrifying. All those bright lights and strange people, none of whom spoke English. I was strapped down, and the cannula was inserted into the back of my hand, since my veins are difficult even for a professional to find.
Then I woke up in my room, with more orders being given to me in Czech. I was cold from the anesthetic, and hooked up to an IV drip. Eventually, a nurse came in and disconnected it; some time later, she removed the cannula, which REALLY hurt.
I had to stay overnight - not my choice; that's what the doctors decided. I am now, finally, HOME, and I've just taken a shower to wash that industrial antiseptic smell off me. Man, I do not like hospitals.
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