It's taken some searching, but I've found my post from a year ago (very hard when you forget your own posting names!)
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The palaver to sort my rectocele and cystocele was ridiculous. GP (gynae specialism) diagnosed and referred me to gynaecology, the registrar I saw said there was nothing abnormal at all and it was just post-childbirth normalness. Broke my heart at that after the trouble I was having, doubly incontinent and in constant pain with it. Took another two years to psych myself up to ask for a second opinion - diagnosed finally and referred for surgery.
Waited another two years for the surgery, had it just before xmas (2015). And now I'm gonna paste a post of mine from another recent thread (seriously, I could rant on this subject all day!!!)
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I recently had a gynae op. Few weeks later, I woke up one morning having bled heavily overnight. The pad I was using was completely saturated. I called the gynae ward and was asked about seventy two million times if it was my period. (Like a woman in her thirties doesn't know what a period looks like!) Went in to see a doctor, they said it was an infection causing the wound to swell and pull apart, gave me ABs and sent me home (to get extra annoyed, I am immunocompromised and was advised I would need prophylactic ABs, but the gynae's said there was no need...)
Later that day I started bleeding very heavily. I sat in the empty bath having no idea how to cope with the sheer quantity, and it was literally pouring out. Called the gynae ward who again ask if it is my period. It doesn't stop after about an hour of me lying horizontal in the bath, so they say to go in. I attempt to get ready to leave and pass out on the landing. DH rings for an ambulance on advice of gynae. First response paramedic arrives and mentions that he has been told I have heavy vaginal bleeding and is it my period. (🙄) He attempts to get me out of the house ignoring me telling him that being vertical is making it worse, I pass out on the stairs leaving a lovely puddle of blood. He calls for an ambulance, who again ask about vaginal bleeding. Rather than use a stretcher, they again do their best to keep me vertical with blood pouring out. Wait a while but do eventually get to hospital, admitted straight into gynae- stitches have ripped open, end up staying in for nearly a week, and then had a few weeks of anaemia on top of that.
Again and again and again I was asked if it was my period, despite telling people 1. It wasn't, it was bright red, thin pulsating blood, and 2. I had just had an operation and had stitches internally (plus 3. I have a coil and don't get proper periods anyway!)
I honestly feel that even in the gynae department itself, "vaginal bleeding" was written off as unimportant and something not to make a fuss over.