So, enough divorce talk. I'll get back to that soon enough. You know what we haven't talked about for awhile? My period.
Remember when I wrote THIS post? Well, I finally decided to do something about my crotch massacres. [Side note: Apparently someone at OB read that post, and a couple of months ago they contacted me to personally tell me that the Ultras were back on the market and that they'd like my mailing address to send me several free boxes. I mean, that's how you know you've made it, right? When your blog post gets you free tampons and an apology from the company.] [Side note about the side note: That is also the only post that caused a journalist from ABC News to contact me for an interview. So really, I think this is my niche. Hi, I'm Brandi. I'm a menstruation blogger. My period is internet famous. Are you following my uterus on Twitter?]
ANYWAY. I wrote about The Great Uterine Barbecue HERE. But in case you don't want to read about it, the short version is that I had a uterine ablation. They used microwaves to burn out my uterine lining.
So that was eight months ago. It mostly worked. My periods didn't go away, but they were much lighter and shorter. I could get away with a small pad, sometimes even just a panty liner. So I was pretty happy with the results.
But starting last month it got even lighter. Yay, right? I thought that it was going away all together, which can sometimes happen. But it was also kind of a weird color and texture. (Yeah, that's right. I just described my menstrual blood on my blog. Just be glad I didn't include a picture. YOU'RE WELCOME.) But The Google told me that was normal.
This month it was that way again. And after a few days the period stopped as usual, but the cramps kept on coming. Bad ones. Doubled over, popping leftover Percoset, contemplating a trip to the ER bad. I called my gynecologist's office (Captain Dickman. I Swear. I can't make this stuff up) and was told that my referral had expired.
Can I just say that I don't think insurance should require a woman to get a referral to a gynecologist? Because I will always have a vagina. It's not going anywhere. It's not a medical condition.
So anyway, I toughed it out with Tylenol and Advil for a few days and it finally stopped. But I've been extremely bloated for two weeks. I kind of look like I'm several months pregnant. And then today the cramps started up again and only two weeks after the last one I'm having another period. A pre-uterine ablation period. Like, I'm wishing I had those free Ultra tampons from OB right now.
The Google and WebMD tell me that I probably have Post-Ablation Syndrome. Or cancer. Because cancer is ALWAYS a possible diagnosis from WebMD. Runny nose and fever? I'm sorry, you're dying of sinus cancer.
So, once my referral goes through I will be insisting they rip that out-of-service baby oven right out of me, ovaries and all.
And then you can read blog posts about hot flashes and menopause! It's win-win, really.
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