Dr. M. is old news.
I now have an appt. with Dr. B.
Dr. B.? Who's Dr. B.?
Dr. B. is the NEW new doc.
I knew there was a chance Dr. M. wouldn't be around to actually perform my surgery because she's leaving the medical group. But I thought I had about 6 weeks till that was going to happen. Some wiggle room, if you will.
No such luck.
The nurse in Dr. M's office called me a couple of days ago with some "good news". My iron levels had gone from a mere 8.9 to a whopping 10.4! I was so excited because I had done that all on my own, taking only 1 iron supp a day, while struggling to push AF and her luggage out the door.
Great!! Less than a point away from the goal of 11 so I could get on the calendar for surgery, right?
WRONG!
The nurse went on to say I was doing great and should continue with my current regimen of 3 supps per day and come back to see a nurse in Dr. M's office in 6 weeks.
Exsqueeze me? A nurse?
What about Dr. M.? What about my surgery? What about my getting to 10.4 all on my own? Where was my gold star? Huh? Huh?
"Well, today was the doctor's last day seeing patients", she told me. "So she won't be performing your procedure. We'll happily discuss who can take over for her once you come back in December."
We interrupt this program for a short sidebar - During a brief, (very brief), bout of lucidity, I decided not to cancel an appt. I had made with Dr. B. back before all the drama that led me to Dr. M.
We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
OK, so, um, this is where I turn into a weeping damsel in distress and I travel back through time to the days when all a lady had to do to get some assistance was yell, "HELP!" and superheroes from near and far lined up to right my wrongs.
Could Dr. B. be that superhero, er, heroine?
What will happen next week when I show up at Dr. B's office with my medical file and all my test results and through my tears, ask, "Can you help me?"
At that point she will don a shiny red cape and some cool WonderWoman-type wrist bands, put both her hands on her hips, superhero-style and say, "Have no fear. I can fix this."
Then the announcer's voiceover will say, "Stay tuned for next week's episode when Dr. B. battles this fibroid fiasco."
WOW.
I watch way too much tv.
UGH.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
My Horizon
Ok, so it's been an eventful week.
To review, I'm struggling with fibroids right now and can't move forward with any kind of fertility protocol until they're removed.
Lil suckers.
I fired my gyno so I was all set to put the idea of surgery on hold until I had my new patient appointment with the new doc in November, and I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that, until I have the procedure, AF is most likely always going to be bringing The Hammer along for her visit.
But 18 days!?!?
I gotta be honest - 18 days of playing host to anyone is tough, let alone to the likes of AF and The Hammer.
I mean, come on!!
Here's the long & the short of it:
I've been having increasingly more painful cramps along my lower abdomen and AF was clearly in no hurry to vacate. It got so bad that on Monday I called my medical group and got my appointment pushed up to yesterday instead of waiting until November. I would have to meet with a totally different doctor than I had initially planned but by this point I didn't care. My symptoms told me I was having an ectopic pregnancy and I needed help.
I saw the new doc, Dr. M., yesterday and she was really cool. I had sent a fax to her office ahead of time just outlining a bit of my patient history with this fibroid issue, my symptoms, the tests I've had, and what I was hoping to get out of meeting with her.
Then I went in.
She confirmed what I already knew - I need surgery. She told me I am not pregnant, so no ectopic pregnancy. Great!! She did tell me however, that I would need to up my iron intake to 3 times what I've been taking. Instead of 1 supplement a day, I need to be taking 3, and I need to stop taking garlic every day.
I swear by garlic. UGH!
Unfortunately, because AF has refused to leave, I'm not getting the full benefit of my iron regimen and the garlic will thin out my blood (or something like that). She said she can't operate until my iron levels are elevated to at least an 11 or I could basically die on the table. She gave me a prescription for Provera to stop the bleeding and help shrink the fibroid some and then we have to wait for my levels to go up. Once the levels reach 11, she can schedule me for the procedure.
But what would my life be like without some drama?
It turns out Dr. M. is leaving this medical group in December. What that means is that if I don't get my levels up and have my surgery scheduled prior to her departure - YUP, you guessed it - gotta start all over again!! Technically she said another doctor in her office could take over from that point but it would still mean having to do the new patient appointments & procedures again.
I'll say it again - UGH!
The good thing is that I feel like I now have a plan. I don't feel like I'm just riding it out, taking it as it comes. There's a goal. It's sitting on the horizon. I can see it and everyday I'll get a little bit closer to it. Every day I'll be able to make out another small detail, maybe a toenail or an eyelash, until at last I'll make it to the horizon and finally be able to touch my destiny.
To review, I'm struggling with fibroids right now and can't move forward with any kind of fertility protocol until they're removed.
Lil suckers.
I fired my gyno so I was all set to put the idea of surgery on hold until I had my new patient appointment with the new doc in November, and I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that, until I have the procedure, AF is most likely always going to be bringing The Hammer along for her visit.
But 18 days!?!?
I gotta be honest - 18 days of playing host to anyone is tough, let alone to the likes of AF and The Hammer.
I mean, come on!!
Here's the long & the short of it:
I've been having increasingly more painful cramps along my lower abdomen and AF was clearly in no hurry to vacate. It got so bad that on Monday I called my medical group and got my appointment pushed up to yesterday instead of waiting until November. I would have to meet with a totally different doctor than I had initially planned but by this point I didn't care. My symptoms told me I was having an ectopic pregnancy and I needed help.
I saw the new doc, Dr. M., yesterday and she was really cool. I had sent a fax to her office ahead of time just outlining a bit of my patient history with this fibroid issue, my symptoms, the tests I've had, and what I was hoping to get out of meeting with her.
Then I went in.
She confirmed what I already knew - I need surgery. She told me I am not pregnant, so no ectopic pregnancy. Great!! She did tell me however, that I would need to up my iron intake to 3 times what I've been taking. Instead of 1 supplement a day, I need to be taking 3, and I need to stop taking garlic every day.
I swear by garlic. UGH!
Unfortunately, because AF has refused to leave, I'm not getting the full benefit of my iron regimen and the garlic will thin out my blood (or something like that). She said she can't operate until my iron levels are elevated to at least an 11 or I could basically die on the table. She gave me a prescription for Provera to stop the bleeding and help shrink the fibroid some and then we have to wait for my levels to go up. Once the levels reach 11, she can schedule me for the procedure.
But what would my life be like without some drama?
It turns out Dr. M. is leaving this medical group in December. What that means is that if I don't get my levels up and have my surgery scheduled prior to her departure - YUP, you guessed it - gotta start all over again!! Technically she said another doctor in her office could take over from that point but it would still mean having to do the new patient appointments & procedures again.
I'll say it again - UGH!
The good thing is that I feel like I now have a plan. I don't feel like I'm just riding it out, taking it as it comes. There's a goal. It's sitting on the horizon. I can see it and everyday I'll get a little bit closer to it. Every day I'll be able to make out another small detail, maybe a toenail or an eyelash, until at last I'll make it to the horizon and finally be able to touch my destiny.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
All mine ....
Hubby is not perfect.
He never closes a drawer. He never puts the seat down. He leaves wet clothes in the washer so long they have to be rewashed.
Yeah... He's a man.
I did not have the best day yesterday. The Hammer was hittin' hard even though, technically, AF left 3 days ago. Fortunately I got caught up in a blur of paperwork at the job so I didn't realize just how bad it was until I got home and was able to sit down for a minute. Almost as soon as I sat down, my evil twin, M-squared, showed up. M2 doesn't think Hubby is perfect either.
Maybe it was his constant pausing of the DVR so he could not only pick up his celly, but also engage in a 10-minute conversation about nothing while I waited for him to hit the "play" button. Or maybe it was the rewinding that he resorted to once he saw that I wasn't digging the pause scene so much. Who knows? But M2 wasn't having any of it.
So I decided I needed some "me" time and went to take a shower. I felt so much better when I was finished but M2 was still peeking around the corner and I was sure she'd show herself as soon as I left the sanctuary.
But then I heard something.
Yes, there it was again.
It was Hubby. And he was laughing.
Not his everyday chuckle. Not the "I'm only laughing cuz I'm gonna want something from you later" laugh. But his full-on, whole-hearted, right-from-the-gut laugh that lets me know he's genuinely happy.
And it hit me.
I want to have babies with this man. I really, truly, with all my pink puffy heart want to make lil sugar-babies WITH. THIS. MAN.
Hubby's not perfect. He's a man. But he's MY man.
And I Love Him.
")
He never closes a drawer. He never puts the seat down. He leaves wet clothes in the washer so long they have to be rewashed.
Yeah... He's a man.
I did not have the best day yesterday. The Hammer was hittin' hard even though, technically, AF left 3 days ago. Fortunately I got caught up in a blur of paperwork at the job so I didn't realize just how bad it was until I got home and was able to sit down for a minute. Almost as soon as I sat down, my evil twin, M-squared, showed up. M2 doesn't think Hubby is perfect either.
Maybe it was his constant pausing of the DVR so he could not only pick up his celly, but also engage in a 10-minute conversation about nothing while I waited for him to hit the "play" button. Or maybe it was the rewinding that he resorted to once he saw that I wasn't digging the pause scene so much. Who knows? But M2 wasn't having any of it.
So I decided I needed some "me" time and went to take a shower. I felt so much better when I was finished but M2 was still peeking around the corner and I was sure she'd show herself as soon as I left the sanctuary.
But then I heard something.
Yes, there it was again.
It was Hubby. And he was laughing.
Not his everyday chuckle. Not the "I'm only laughing cuz I'm gonna want something from you later" laugh. But his full-on, whole-hearted, right-from-the-gut laugh that lets me know he's genuinely happy.
And it hit me.
I want to have babies with this man. I really, truly, with all my pink puffy heart want to make lil sugar-babies WITH. THIS. MAN.
Hubby's not perfect. He's a man. But he's MY man.
And I Love Him.
")
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Hi, My Name is M and I'm a ...
BABY TV JUNKIE.
There. I said it. It's true. I won't deny it. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, right? But what if I don't want to get better?
Like any other red-blooded obsessive-compulsive, the way I see it, if I want to get a BFP I have to totally immerse myself in all things Baby. Therefore it is my job, no, my duty and responsibility to watch every conceivable (pardon the bun, er, pun) baby-related program on tv. Period.
And I don't just mean Jon & Kate plus 8. No people, this girl needs more baby than that. She's got to get right in the mix. This girl, who weeps when she stubs her toe, has to see it all. And by all I do mean everything.
Who knew having a baby could be so graphic? Not that it's keeping me away mind you. But let's just say I think Hubby will be rethinking how far south of the border he's willing to travel if and when we ever make it into a delivery room.
It's must-see tv, I tell ya! Here are some of the shows I'm currently following:
Birth Day
Special Delivery
Maternity Ward
A Baby Story
Adoption Stories
Runway Moms (yes, this is a show all about beautiful models who get pregnant, have beautiful model babies and then continue to have a beautiful modeling career with said beautiful model babies!)
Who knew there were so many baby-related shows for your viewing pleasure?!
Oops, gotta go.... Deliver Me is about to start. ")
There. I said it. It's true. I won't deny it. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, right? But what if I don't want to get better?
Like any other red-blooded obsessive-compulsive, the way I see it, if I want to get a BFP I have to totally immerse myself in all things Baby. Therefore it is my job, no, my duty and responsibility to watch every conceivable (pardon the bun, er, pun) baby-related program on tv. Period.
And I don't just mean Jon & Kate plus 8. No people, this girl needs more baby than that. She's got to get right in the mix. This girl, who weeps when she stubs her toe, has to see it all. And by all I do mean everything.
Who knew having a baby could be so graphic? Not that it's keeping me away mind you. But let's just say I think Hubby will be rethinking how far south of the border he's willing to travel if and when we ever make it into a delivery room.
It's must-see tv, I tell ya! Here are some of the shows I'm currently following:
Birth Day
Special Delivery
Maternity Ward
A Baby Story
Adoption Stories
Runway Moms (yes, this is a show all about beautiful models who get pregnant, have beautiful model babies and then continue to have a beautiful modeling career with said beautiful model babies!)
Who knew there were so many baby-related shows for your viewing pleasure?!
Oops, gotta go.... Deliver Me is about to start. ")
Monday, October 6, 2008
A Lil' Info ...
So, since I have no baby-making news to report until my appointment in November, I fugured it might be fun to post a lil something about hubby and me. We've been together almost 10 years. Wow! That just sounds long, huh? We got married in the spring of '07 in a beautiful courtyard ceremony with over 200 of our closest family & friends in attendance, and like most other blushing brides, it was the happiest day of my life.
We've always wanted to take the traditional route to babydom ... love, marriage, baby carriage, etc.. which is why we didn't start trying sooner in our relationship. We did, however, decide to stop preventing once we were engaged, so technically we've been TTC since Feb of '06.
Here's a pic from our wedding. Enjoy!!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I'm strugglin'...
As you know, I fired my doctor so my plans to remove the blight in my uterus have been pushed back until I can meet with the new doc in November.
Here's the problem - The Hammer got in a couple days early and she is on a rampage. It's like she knows her days as a maniacal mangler are numbered so she's making the most of it, you know? How I long for the days when she would breeze in and breeze back out. When she would drop by just to say hello and then be on her way again, a friendly reminder that all is well and good. Honestly, it's like this fibroid is a really bad influence on Aunt Flo. You know, like the kids your parents used to warn you about. Stay away from them, they'll only get you in trouble. Well, the fibroid is like that. So now, instead of a friendly little visit from my Dear Aunt Flo, I get The Hammer. UGH!
What to do? What to do?
I tried getting my new patient consultation moved up since I'm strugglin so badly but there haven't been any cancellations. They did promise to call me if anything opened up so I've got my fingers crossed for that, but in the meantime, I'm stuck. The good thing is that the harder it is for me to get in to see the doctor, the better I feel she is. I didn't find any negatives about her in my research and she seems really popular from all the reviews I've seen. Great bedside manner, highly accredited, truly respected & she works for one of the best hospitals in the country. All of which I'm taking as good signs. The bad thing is obviously that I have to suffer through all this till I get to meet her. Again, UGH!
Here's the problem - The Hammer got in a couple days early and she is on a rampage. It's like she knows her days as a maniacal mangler are numbered so she's making the most of it, you know? How I long for the days when she would breeze in and breeze back out. When she would drop by just to say hello and then be on her way again, a friendly reminder that all is well and good. Honestly, it's like this fibroid is a really bad influence on Aunt Flo. You know, like the kids your parents used to warn you about. Stay away from them, they'll only get you in trouble. Well, the fibroid is like that. So now, instead of a friendly little visit from my Dear Aunt Flo, I get The Hammer. UGH!
What to do? What to do?
I tried getting my new patient consultation moved up since I'm strugglin so badly but there haven't been any cancellations. They did promise to call me if anything opened up so I've got my fingers crossed for that, but in the meantime, I'm stuck. The good thing is that the harder it is for me to get in to see the doctor, the better I feel she is. I didn't find any negatives about her in my research and she seems really popular from all the reviews I've seen. Great bedside manner, highly accredited, truly respected & she works for one of the best hospitals in the country. All of which I'm taking as good signs. The bad thing is obviously that I have to suffer through all this till I get to meet her. Again, UGH!
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