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I’m pretty certain (I’d say 90% at this point) that the pain I was having yesterday was an ovarian cyst on my left side. Damnit
When I had my last cyst (at least, the last one that was big enough for me to notice) the pain was the worst when I was using the bathroom. So take from that what you will. Let’s just say that this morning was eye opening.
Y’all, really? This doesn’t seem fair. I mean, IF is possibly the biggest unfair thing in the world, but on a more day to day level, this seems particularly unfair. My follicles last month were too small to do anything, allegedly. Except maybe grow a big, mean, jerk-face cyst? And yeah, I don’t KNOW for sure that this is a cyst, but I’ve never felt anything like this before that wasn’t a cyst. I guess we’ll see how the next few days play out. Last time I let it get pretty bad before I called the doctor, mainly because I hate calling them. And I like to let things resolve on their own, which, they never do.
And last time he put me on a pack of BCP to get rid of it, and it worked. But I don’t wanna. I just don’t. Grumble.
In Chief news, he was supposed to have his SA done today, but his doctor sent him to the wrong place, so he ended up getting a prostate exam instead.
I’m not kidding.
He got a referral to Uralysis and they did bloodwork, a urine test, and a prostate exam. Then they had to refer him elsewhere for the SA. Y’all, we’ve waited something like six weeks for this appointment. We are FRUSTRATED. The only good thing (sort of) to come out of this is them making him do a urine test, because he had microscopic amounts of blood in his urine. Not visible to the naked eye, but it could be kidney stones or something more serious (let’s hope not). They’re not overly concerned about it, but he has to do a cytoscope on March 24. He was grumbling to me about a camera going in a “not fun place”, and all I said was “really? You’re going to complain about that to me? Let’s reevaluate”.
I was sympathetic, but to a point. I know that all of that sucks, and he is only 31 and doesn’t really need a prostate exam and sure, that’s unfun, but I’m 25 and have been violated in new and creative (and expensive) ways more times than I can count in the last year, so my sympathy just only goes so far. And luckily for him he knew when to stop whining. I am concerned about his kidneys though, and I’m glad they caught that.
So anyway, he has to do his SA NEXT Thursday. Normally I’d be mad that it keeps getting pushed farther and farther away, but since I’m nowhere near being ready to even take the letrozole it’s no skin off my nose. Dr. T actually called back yesterday and said I could start it whenever since I’m taking so long to cycle out, but I requested to wait. I want to BLEED, DAMNIT. And this was all before I realized I might have a cyst, so now I’m definitely not taking it until I bleed. It’s too expensive.
So, as usual, I’m just sort of floating around, waiting for things, trying not to eat my feelings.