So this morning I got a phone call from National Womens' Hospital asking if I could move my appointment to tomorrow instead of the twentieth, I haven't really talked much about my health issues on this blog. So I will explain them now.
When my darling and I first started trying for kids it was June this year. I woke up in July at 2am with a stabbing pain in my left ovary, like an actual stabbing pain. I thought okay, so I'll just get some water and try and sleep it off. It had happen before but not this bad and it alway went away.
Eight hours later, I am still awake, and still in pain. So I got desperate (I must have been very desperate) I called evil Nana, because at the end of the day I knew she'd help, and she lived in the area. So she drove me to see my doctor in Rototuna. Who then referred me to the Hospital, by now its 5pm and I am still in pain. I finally got admitted, after blood tests, pee tests, and x-rays, at 1am. Both my parents turned up at 10pm. Both lived about half an hour away.
So the next day, I talk to a gyno, and get an ultrasound. I can remember asking the tech if my uterus and ovaries were normal, and I remember her telling me they were.
They weren't. I have PCOS, and it leaves me with pain like I am being stabbed every time I ovulate. Well, that's their current theory. But more on that later.
After three days in hospital they let me go home, to my mother. I was there twelve hours, before my doctor sent me back to hospital. I had caught an infection in my hip bone whilst in hospital the first time, this time I stayed half a week before being sent home with crutches.
Now we get to October. I've moved up to Auckland, been living there a whole week, when the pain is back. All good, I'll take some morphine (prescription) and I'll be all good. Fail. So back up to hospital I go this time, Auckland City emergency department. Man, the difference was amazing! I got into a ward within three hours, well, a room by myself at least. Then the next morning I was moved into a ward with five other women. I was guttered, not because I had to share my room, but we were right across from maternity. It reminded me that we still hadn't conceived. I stayed five days, and this appointment tomorrow is a result of that stay. In Hamilton they told it would be nine months before I had an appointment its been six weeks.
I love Auckland. Seriously, six weeks for a non cancerous appointment is unheard of in Hamilton, in fact when they found out my mum had cervical they still made her wait 2 and a half months. Ugh, slack as.
Anyway, so my appointment tomorrow, its at 11.30 am, which mean I have to be up at like eight. My darling is away for the week so I have to go by myself. I am hoping I have yet another ultrasound (this will be number five without ever being preggers) and they find out I have a baby in there. I just wish my darling could be there. I kind of don't wanna find out without, but at the moment I can't even get ahold of him to tell him the appointment is tomorrow. I have no credit, neither does he. I have to email him, but he has to email me first, which he hasn't done. SO I can't tell him.
Lame,
MrsHolly
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