Warning: the following post contains mildly graphic material of a feminine nature. You have been warned.
So, many of you know that I am pregnant. Everything concerning the baby is fine. However, I cannot seem to go a week without seeing the doc. The day before my second prenatal visit, just a bit over 3 weeks ago, I awoke to painful swelling in a very awkward place. I could barely sit. Luckily, part of the prenatal visit was a pelvic exam, and the doc said it was a swollen gland. She sent me home with instructions to take hot baths, use ice in between, and an antibiotic to take.
A week later, there was some fluctuation in size and discomfort, but it was by no means gone. She ordered more antibiotics, and told me to call back if there was no change in 5 days. Well, no change, so I called, and she wanted me to come back in. She examined the blob, and the thing was still rather large. 4 centimeters, to be precise.
She referred me to another doc, who saw me today. He decided it needed a minor surgery, which he was able to do pretty much right away. So, after applying a bunch of lidocaine, thank god, he sliced me open just inside my vagina and expressed the trapped fluids. It was like a giant pimple, took maybe 20 minutes. Have I grossed you out yet? On the plus side, he said there was no sign of infection. On the other hand, there was a lot of old blood, which makes him suspect I have endometriosis. *sigh*
When he was satisfied, he inserted a catheter, so that it could continue to drain over the next week or so, and sent me off. Well, a few hours ago, I had to use the toilet. The catheter fell out as I was sitting there (not straining in the least, mind you!) followed by a fairly decent flow of blood. I went into shock...
My darling husband was kind enough to run me to the hospital, as I kind of freaked out. The ER staff was really nice (and quick!) and by the time the doc came in, the bleeding had stopped.
So I'm home now, and fine, but I have to call and pester my doc again in the morning. This will make six calls and visits in the past three weeks, when I shouldn't have needed to see them again until late September. Argh.
So, many of you know that I am pregnant. Everything concerning the baby is fine. However, I cannot seem to go a week without seeing the doc. The day before my second prenatal visit, just a bit over 3 weeks ago, I awoke to painful swelling in a very awkward place. I could barely sit. Luckily, part of the prenatal visit was a pelvic exam, and the doc said it was a swollen gland. She sent me home with instructions to take hot baths, use ice in between, and an antibiotic to take.
A week later, there was some fluctuation in size and discomfort, but it was by no means gone. She ordered more antibiotics, and told me to call back if there was no change in 5 days. Well, no change, so I called, and she wanted me to come back in. She examined the blob, and the thing was still rather large. 4 centimeters, to be precise.
She referred me to another doc, who saw me today. He decided it needed a minor surgery, which he was able to do pretty much right away. So, after applying a bunch of lidocaine, thank god, he sliced me open just inside my vagina and expressed the trapped fluids. It was like a giant pimple, took maybe 20 minutes. Have I grossed you out yet? On the plus side, he said there was no sign of infection. On the other hand, there was a lot of old blood, which makes him suspect I have endometriosis. *sigh*
When he was satisfied, he inserted a catheter, so that it could continue to drain over the next week or so, and sent me off. Well, a few hours ago, I had to use the toilet. The catheter fell out as I was sitting there (not straining in the least, mind you!) followed by a fairly decent flow of blood. I went into shock...
My darling husband was kind enough to run me to the hospital, as I kind of freaked out. The ER staff was really nice (and quick!) and by the time the doc came in, the bleeding had stopped.
So I'm home now, and fine, but I have to call and pester my doc again in the morning. This will make six calls and visits in the past three weeks, when I shouldn't have needed to see them again until late September. Argh.



it looks painful. Never had one myself thankfully and don't want it.

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