Hello all my humble readers... Just a few odds and ends from the flatland.
The Crud is still making my life unpleasant, although not in a major way. I tried to go to work on Sunday (the first time in a week) and almost fell over from dizziness shortly after I got there. Needless to say, I didn't stay long. I did go to the ER (because there are NO walk in clinics open in this town on Sundays... grrrr), and found out that my blood pressure was through the roof and that what I thought was an ear infection is a blockage in the tubes that run from my ears to my jaw. So, the long and the short of it is that I just get to tough it out until they unblock (doc recommended using a saline nasal spray to attempt to move things along, so far it hasn't helped much). Increased blood pressure was attributed to too much cold medication in a 24 hour period. Fabulous... So, now I'm almost feeling human, albeit a slightly deaf human.
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Went to see the fabulous Dr. U yesterday. After more discussion with the xray tech and some more analysis, he is leaning toward that spot that showed up on my HSG being a polyp rather than scar tissue. For those who are unaware, uterine polyps are generally considered benign, and for all intents and purposes they look like skin tags. He made sure to be very clear that they polyp would not have caused my m/c's... those were blighted ovums. He does want to remove the polyp tho, just in the sake of being thorough... so that we can be sure that it does not play any kind of a role in future pregnancies. He got me set up on the waiting list for a hysteroscopy and went through all the risks associated with the procedure (same as a D&C) and that I get to be sedated but awake the whole time (YIKES!). The last thing he said was that we should keep trying to get pregnant. It may be a couple of months before I get moved up the list, and if I get pregnant, they will just cancel the procedure.
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Spring may actually be arriving here in the arctic north... I actually saw the hint of leaves yesterday and the tulip garden in front of the hospital actually has some shoots. Of course, the weather people are saying that we may actually get some snow tonight. INSANE!
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Petey the PT Cruiser is now hopefully completely healed up from his recent round of repairs. The last couple of months have been brutal on our bottom line because of everything that seemed to go wrong at once with the car. The power steering was the last on the list to fix, and now it's done... maybe I'll be able to get that air conditioner I was hoping for after all.
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My 'OMG You Rock' package was great! Thank you again Shannon! It was wonderful to have something to look forward to on a day that I was really dreading. Thank you Liv for setting it up!
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I'm looking for a recipe for German potato salad. Anyone have a good one? (I'm thinking of one I had a long time ago... really tangy, it had sausage in it too) My beloved is asking for potato salad, but I don't want to make the 'usual'.
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Here's hoping I'm feeling a ton better this weekend. I actually get two days of the three day weekend off! I want to go to a movie (so stoked to see Star Trek!) and spend some time outside.
That's about it for now. I hope everyone is well!
Showing posts with label HSG. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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Right off the top... for the few readers of my blog who do not care to know about the workings of my plumbing (you know who you are), I encourage you to stop back in tomorrow, when I promise I will post the recipes I mentioned during ICLW last month.
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So today was the day. HSG. For the last week I have been experiencing some nervousness and mild anxiety about the test. It was even sneaking into my dreams. Very creepy!
On the advice of several com padres in the world of IF, I remembered to take a couple of extra strength ibu.profen before the test. (And boy am I glad I did) My beloved dropped me off at the hospital (I decided I was a big enough girl to go to this test on my own) on his way back to the office after lunch.
I came prepared with a book as I usually end up waiting quite a bit for appointments like this. It turns out I didn't need it. I only ended up sitting in the waiting room for 5 minutes. I was taken through the maze-like hallways of the diagnostic imaging department, given the requisite unflattering gown and a key to a locker in which to stow my belongings. The nurse brought me some paperwork and before I even had a chance to fill in the three check boxes and sign my name, she was back to take me into the room.
Get this, the one question on the form that was most important was the one question I couldn't remember the answer to... and for a woman who has been tracking her cycles for the last year it really is quite ridiculous... what was the first day of my last menstrual cycle? I wracked my brain. I tried counting backwards because I knew that today was CD 11, and that's when the dyslexia-monster kicked in and I couldn't figure it out come love nor money. I actually had to go back to the locker they assigned me, and somehow manage to dig my phone out of my purse to check the calendar, all the while attempting to hold the back of my wretched gown closed and not drop the questionaire OR my underwear OR the pad I had been told to bring with me.
The nurse led me across the hall into a room that was sporting a retro 1960's decor, complete with pistachio green paint, ugly florescent lighting, and an ancient looking x-ray machine. The nurse was getting the table prepped for me and soon after my OB came in. Climbing on to the table whilst holding things closed was challenging, especially for one of my hobbit-ish stature. A stool was required and I almost lost my balance when I sat down.
I laid back, did the required bending of the knees, and Dr U got to work. I can honestly say that I didn't expect it to hurt quite that much. I was fine with the initial cranking open of things, but the catheter was a not so pleasant experience. After the initial cramping subsided, I was ok though.
So, I'm laying there... my business all cranked open and there for the world to see. The nurse paged the radiologist, and Dr. U tried to make small talk. How can one make small talk when their internal bits are out there in front of God and everyone? I ask you! The radiologist arrived and things got underway... sort of.
The monitor by my head clicked on, and the table started to move into place under the x-ray machine. There was much clicking of buttons and turning off and turning on of the monitor. I'm trying to simply stare at the ceiling and think about anything other than what's going on. Finally I'm told that there is something wrong with the monitor, and it will be but a moment before things get underway.
No less than seven different nurses and technicians come in and out of the room to investigate what's going on with the monitor. Thankfully, after the first tech arrived, Dr. U was kind enough to drape my lower half with a sheet. Still, it was a very disconcerting experience.
After ten minutes, it was determined that the monitor was a goner. We would have to change rooms. Dr. U removed the catheter and cranked things closed again (am I the only one who feels like a car getting jacked up to have a tire changed?), all the while I am trying not to let on that it hurts like hell. Once I manage to get myself off the table I am taken, with all my sundry belongings, I am led out of the room and down another hall.
The new room is the polar opposite of the one I was just in. Modern looking equipment, monitors on this crazy arm thing that can swing around the table, and something resembling contemporary decor. The only thing out of place was the lunch on the counter belonging to the nurse who had just been shoo'd out of the room.
After getting on to the table, being sufficiently cranked and catheter-ed, they proceeded with the test. I could see on the monitor as the dye filled my uterus and was truly impressed. My doc was initially very happy with what he was seeing. No septum at all. Yay!
Then the radiologist called him into the little booth. They conferred for a moment, and then Dr. U came back out. He pointed out a little shadow on the right side of my uterus. Apparently, I have a small spot of scar tissue or a little polyp. Me being a worrier, I immediately start thinking the worst. Dr. U is convinced that if it is scar tissue it is likely from my D&C back in September, but that it is nothing to be concerned about. It's not holding the walls of the uterus together. The only problem it could pose would be if an eggie tried to implant right in that particular spot (statistically not impossible, but not very likely), in which case I would end up with either a chemical pregnancy or another blighted ovum.
Huh...
Basically, I don't feel any further along this road than I did when I woke up this morning. I mean, I'm thrilled that there is no septum. Only, now I need to ponder...
Am I ready to face the potential grief of another miscarraige? I think so.
Will I ever feel 100% ready to face another miscarraige? Probably not.
Will I feel guilty if we get pregnant and end up losing another baby? Most likely.
Will I ever be in a place where I won't feel guilty if it happens again? Not likely.
I think I know my answer, but I'm looking for input.
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So today was the day. HSG. For the last week I have been experiencing some nervousness and mild anxiety about the test. It was even sneaking into my dreams. Very creepy!
On the advice of several com padres in the world of IF, I remembered to take a couple of extra strength ibu.profen before the test. (And boy am I glad I did) My beloved dropped me off at the hospital (I decided I was a big enough girl to go to this test on my own) on his way back to the office after lunch.
I came prepared with a book as I usually end up waiting quite a bit for appointments like this. It turns out I didn't need it. I only ended up sitting in the waiting room for 5 minutes. I was taken through the maze-like hallways of the diagnostic imaging department, given the requisite unflattering gown and a key to a locker in which to stow my belongings. The nurse brought me some paperwork and before I even had a chance to fill in the three check boxes and sign my name, she was back to take me into the room.
Get this, the one question on the form that was most important was the one question I couldn't remember the answer to... and for a woman who has been tracking her cycles for the last year it really is quite ridiculous... what was the first day of my last menstrual cycle? I wracked my brain. I tried counting backwards because I knew that today was CD 11, and that's when the dyslexia-monster kicked in and I couldn't figure it out come love nor money. I actually had to go back to the locker they assigned me, and somehow manage to dig my phone out of my purse to check the calendar, all the while attempting to hold the back of my wretched gown closed and not drop the questionaire OR my underwear OR the pad I had been told to bring with me.
The nurse led me across the hall into a room that was sporting a retro 1960's decor, complete with pistachio green paint, ugly florescent lighting, and an ancient looking x-ray machine. The nurse was getting the table prepped for me and soon after my OB came in. Climbing on to the table whilst holding things closed was challenging, especially for one of my hobbit-ish stature. A stool was required and I almost lost my balance when I sat down.
I laid back, did the required bending of the knees, and Dr U got to work. I can honestly say that I didn't expect it to hurt quite that much. I was fine with the initial cranking open of things, but the catheter was a not so pleasant experience. After the initial cramping subsided, I was ok though.
So, I'm laying there... my business all cranked open and there for the world to see. The nurse paged the radiologist, and Dr. U tried to make small talk. How can one make small talk when their internal bits are out there in front of God and everyone? I ask you! The radiologist arrived and things got underway... sort of.
The monitor by my head clicked on, and the table started to move into place under the x-ray machine. There was much clicking of buttons and turning off and turning on of the monitor. I'm trying to simply stare at the ceiling and think about anything other than what's going on. Finally I'm told that there is something wrong with the monitor, and it will be but a moment before things get underway.
No less than seven different nurses and technicians come in and out of the room to investigate what's going on with the monitor. Thankfully, after the first tech arrived, Dr. U was kind enough to drape my lower half with a sheet. Still, it was a very disconcerting experience.
After ten minutes, it was determined that the monitor was a goner. We would have to change rooms. Dr. U removed the catheter and cranked things closed again (am I the only one who feels like a car getting jacked up to have a tire changed?), all the while I am trying not to let on that it hurts like hell. Once I manage to get myself off the table I am taken, with all my sundry belongings, I am led out of the room and down another hall.
The new room is the polar opposite of the one I was just in. Modern looking equipment, monitors on this crazy arm thing that can swing around the table, and something resembling contemporary decor. The only thing out of place was the lunch on the counter belonging to the nurse who had just been shoo'd out of the room.
After getting on to the table, being sufficiently cranked and catheter-ed, they proceeded with the test. I could see on the monitor as the dye filled my uterus and was truly impressed. My doc was initially very happy with what he was seeing. No septum at all. Yay!
Then the radiologist called him into the little booth. They conferred for a moment, and then Dr. U came back out. He pointed out a little shadow on the right side of my uterus. Apparently, I have a small spot of scar tissue or a little polyp. Me being a worrier, I immediately start thinking the worst. Dr. U is convinced that if it is scar tissue it is likely from my D&C back in September, but that it is nothing to be concerned about. It's not holding the walls of the uterus together. The only problem it could pose would be if an eggie tried to implant right in that particular spot (statistically not impossible, but not very likely), in which case I would end up with either a chemical pregnancy or another blighted ovum.
Huh...
Basically, I don't feel any further along this road than I did when I woke up this morning. I mean, I'm thrilled that there is no septum. Only, now I need to ponder...
Am I ready to face the potential grief of another miscarraige? I think so.
Will I ever feel 100% ready to face another miscarraige? Probably not.
Will I feel guilty if we get pregnant and end up losing another baby? Most likely.
Will I ever be in a place where I won't feel guilty if it happens again? Not likely.
I think I know my answer, but I'm looking for input.
Monday, March 30, 2009
HSG!
Well, almost three months after what should have been Olivia's first photo-shoot, when we began the month of hell, I finally have a start date for testing.
"April 8th... 12:45pm... diagnostic imaging... show up 15 minutes early... "
So as eager as I am for testing to be underway, I'm nervous. And I'm looking for input. Can I work after the HSG? I'm scheduled for an 8 hour closing shift... is it doable? Or am I being naive?
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And in a purely ironic twist of fate (not that I believe in fate)... I just got a phone call from Welcome Wagon, inviting me to their quarterly baby shower. It's this Friday. Gah!
"April 8th... 12:45pm... diagnostic imaging... show up 15 minutes early... "
So as eager as I am for testing to be underway, I'm nervous. And I'm looking for input. Can I work after the HSG? I'm scheduled for an 8 hour closing shift... is it doable? Or am I being naive?
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And in a purely ironic twist of fate (not that I believe in fate)... I just got a phone call from Welcome Wagon, inviting me to their quarterly baby shower. It's this Friday. Gah!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Friday Night
How are you tonight, humble readers?
I'm feeling much better today. Thank you so much for all your kind words and thoughts! I really don't know what to make of that stupid cold. It never did amount to much of anything... just enough to make me miserable for a few hours a day. We'll see if it comes back tomorrow.
For those of you who care about the weather on the flatland, let me tell you... it's just gone plain ol' crazy! Earlier today it was abso-smurfly gorgeous! Well above 0 (that would be in Celsius for my friends south of the border), things were melting like mad, giant puddles forming everywhere... Now, outside my window it's snowing like mad! And it's not normal flatland snow... it's like the snow I remember from Seattle. Giant wet sloppy flakes. There's already about 3cm on my balcony. Winter is never ever going to end!
Tonight, my beloved and I went out for a not-so-romantic dinner (A&W in the car, sitting in the parking lot of the movie theater) and a movie. We went and saw 'Duplicity'. It was a really good spy vs. spy movie. I loved the fight scene at the very beginning... so awesome! I won't ruin it for you... but it does get 4.5 out of 5 hairy hobbit toes way up! The only thing that wasn't so fun tonight was getting back into an onion-ring-smelling car after the movie.
A few of you have asked for the recipes from the dinners I mentioned earlier this week. I will post them on the weekend. They are both so simple that I'm embarassed by it... ;)
I went through with it today, and called my OB's office. AF is due tomorrow (temps dropped like a stone this morning as I knew they would), and yes I fibbed. Of course, as it would happen, I was only able to fib to the answering service, and as of 5pm today I had never heard back... Divine retribution? Entirely possible. Hopefully, I will get a call from them bright and early on Monday.
One final thing tonight... for any of you out there who pray... one of my staff is having a rough go. 'Little K' is only 17, and recently she found a lump in her breast. I know that it's unlikely that it will be anything serious, but she's really upset about it (as I know I would be too). The doctors removed the lump earlier this week and are doing some testing, but the poor kid is pretty freaked out. Without going into a ton of details, she has very little support at home and has had to face this pretty much on her own. This girl needs some peace and comfort in her life.
Thanks so much for reading... :)
I'm feeling much better today. Thank you so much for all your kind words and thoughts! I really don't know what to make of that stupid cold. It never did amount to much of anything... just enough to make me miserable for a few hours a day. We'll see if it comes back tomorrow.
For those of you who care about the weather on the flatland, let me tell you... it's just gone plain ol' crazy! Earlier today it was abso-smurfly gorgeous! Well above 0 (that would be in Celsius for my friends south of the border), things were melting like mad, giant puddles forming everywhere... Now, outside my window it's snowing like mad! And it's not normal flatland snow... it's like the snow I remember from Seattle. Giant wet sloppy flakes. There's already about 3cm on my balcony. Winter is never ever going to end!
Tonight, my beloved and I went out for a not-so-romantic dinner (A&W in the car, sitting in the parking lot of the movie theater) and a movie. We went and saw 'Duplicity'. It was a really good spy vs. spy movie. I loved the fight scene at the very beginning... so awesome! I won't ruin it for you... but it does get 4.5 out of 5 hairy hobbit toes way up! The only thing that wasn't so fun tonight was getting back into an onion-ring-smelling car after the movie.
A few of you have asked for the recipes from the dinners I mentioned earlier this week. I will post them on the weekend. They are both so simple that I'm embarassed by it... ;)
I went through with it today, and called my OB's office. AF is due tomorrow (temps dropped like a stone this morning as I knew they would), and yes I fibbed. Of course, as it would happen, I was only able to fib to the answering service, and as of 5pm today I had never heard back... Divine retribution? Entirely possible. Hopefully, I will get a call from them bright and early on Monday.
One final thing tonight... for any of you out there who pray... one of my staff is having a rough go. 'Little K' is only 17, and recently she found a lump in her breast. I know that it's unlikely that it will be anything serious, but she's really upset about it (as I know I would be too). The doctors removed the lump earlier this week and are doing some testing, but the poor kid is pretty freaked out. Without going into a ton of details, she has very little support at home and has had to face this pretty much on her own. This girl needs some peace and comfort in her life.
Thanks so much for reading... :)
Monday, March 2, 2009
Very Annoyed
Ok... before I begin I will offer a disclaimer. For any of my readers who have a low tolerance for TMI or just really doesn't want to know the ins and outs of my 'plumbing', please feel free to skip this post. It's ok, I won't be hurt.
Soooo, I've been looking forward to the beginning of this cycle for more than a month now. Even before the miscarraige had officially happened, when I knew that the pregnancy wasn't viable, I was looking forward to this cycle because it meant that we would be moving toward starting to ttc again. I was looking forward to some answers.
When AF showed up this morning I was really happy. I was able to call my OB's office at 9am and tell them that I was ready to be booked for an HSG. The receptionist was really happy for me and said she'd get right on it. She'd call me back later in the day with the info and the appointment.
Two o'clock rolled around and I had to leave for work without having heard from her. I wasn't concerned because I knew that my work number was on file. The afternoon ticked by, and I was jumping with every ring of the phone. Finally at 4:55 I got the call.
(Cue dark depressing music)
They can't get me in this month. The receptionist was very apologetic. Because today is Monday, that means AF won't be gone until Friday afternoon-ish. Of course, I can't get in on the weekend. That leaves next Monday and Tuesday (HSG has to be done before CD 10). Of course, they only do two of these tests a day. Of course, they are booked up. Of course, I can wait another month. *sigh*
It shouldn't be such a big deal. What's a month, right? Not even a month... 27 days. In the mean time, I'm getting that much closer to my 35th birthday. The ticking of my biological clock is becoming like chinese water torture.
Maybe tomorrow I will be ok with this. Tonight I'm pissed!
Oh yeah... and did I mention that today I found out one of my staff is expecting? *sigh*
Soooo, I've been looking forward to the beginning of this cycle for more than a month now. Even before the miscarraige had officially happened, when I knew that the pregnancy wasn't viable, I was looking forward to this cycle because it meant that we would be moving toward starting to ttc again. I was looking forward to some answers.
When AF showed up this morning I was really happy. I was able to call my OB's office at 9am and tell them that I was ready to be booked for an HSG. The receptionist was really happy for me and said she'd get right on it. She'd call me back later in the day with the info and the appointment.
Two o'clock rolled around and I had to leave for work without having heard from her. I wasn't concerned because I knew that my work number was on file. The afternoon ticked by, and I was jumping with every ring of the phone. Finally at 4:55 I got the call.
(Cue dark depressing music)
They can't get me in this month. The receptionist was very apologetic. Because today is Monday, that means AF won't be gone until Friday afternoon-ish. Of course, I can't get in on the weekend. That leaves next Monday and Tuesday (HSG has to be done before CD 10). Of course, they only do two of these tests a day. Of course, they are booked up. Of course, I can wait another month. *sigh*
It shouldn't be such a big deal. What's a month, right? Not even a month... 27 days. In the mean time, I'm getting that much closer to my 35th birthday. The ticking of my biological clock is becoming like chinese water torture.
Maybe tomorrow I will be ok with this. Tonight I'm pissed!
Oh yeah... and did I mention that today I found out one of my staff is expecting? *sigh*
Monday, February 23, 2009
Listen to your mother...
My mom always says, "Don't pray for patience... the good Lord might just give it to you".
Oh, how I'm feeling those words today. I'm DPO 6, and have at least another week before I can call the OB to book the HSG. This month has felt like a year. I just want to be moving forward! This anxiety is starting to wear on me.
*sigh*
I know that a week goes by fast... I KNOW that! But it seems like it's already been forever.
Oh, how I'm feeling those words today. I'm DPO 6, and have at least another week before I can call the OB to book the HSG. This month has felt like a year. I just want to be moving forward! This anxiety is starting to wear on me.
*sigh*
I know that a week goes by fast... I KNOW that! But it seems like it's already been forever.
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