Hello all,
This is quite long...
My trip to the gynae was horrible. First, I was waiting for well over an hour before the receptionist realised my file had been misplaced (I really wasn't in the mood to pick a fight with anyone, so I just sat there and read magazines). Then, the gynae had a bit of a go because I hadn't brought a menstrual diary with me and I couldn't really remember the last 7 months. My BMI has gone up by one point since I was there last year, so that wasn't really appreciated either
She said she would refer me to the endocrinologist, who will probably prescribe Metformin. At least that's good news.
Next, I said, "But what about this bleeding then?" She thinks it's PCOS-related, but decided to take a biopsy to be 100% certain that it isn't anything more than that. The biopsy was the most painful thing I can remember being put through in my life! I told her it made me have second thoughts about giving birth!
Anyway, while she was doing that, she asked about my employment, and I told her I want to work towards becoming an Occupational Therapist. I've never witnessed such a personality transformation! She was lovely after that.
While I was putting my shoes back on, the pain had pretty much subsided, so I was asking her about the prescription she gave me to stop the bleeding. As you do. I have to take it for 21 days.
She also said she doesn't want to give me Clomid yet. Not because she doesn't like me, but if I catch pregnant while I'm overweight, I may have to deal with many other complications during the pregnancy. She told me I'm still young and have time to lose weight before TTC. That's why she'd like the endocrinologist to see me first.
I had the prescription in my hand, and was just about to leave, when I came over all funny. She asked me to sit down again and said, "We don't want you fainting on us!" Then she and the nurse said I looked like I needed a good cry. So I did.
Once I'd composed my self a bit, I got out of there as quickly as I could and headed for the loo, sorted myself out a bit more, then left. I was shaking and sobbing all the way up the hill to my car.
I drove straight to my Mum's house. Had a cup of sweet tea and a couple of lovely Belgian cookies, and I felt a million times better
I'm still in a bit of pain, and I'm bleeding a lot more now, but I'm happy in the knowledge that something is finally being done for me.