In the spirit of starting the new year off right, I went to see my primary care doc a week ago for my annual checkup. As usual, I had a laundry list of concerns. The only difference? This time I actually SHARED them with the doctor. Normally, I decide at the last moment that the stuff I worry about is too stupid or ridiculous to mention.
Turns out a couple of the things I mentioned he was genuinely concerned about. He send me to a specialist on Friday and I have to also make an appointment for a sleep study to see if I have apnea. I guess my blood test results (I turned up anemic) and my other complaints were enough to worry the new specialist too. My new gastro-enterologist took a detailed history and was really horrified when I shared what I've been through with my endometriosis (and the subsequent surgeries). Then he examined me. My belly is hard as a rock. And not because I have those 6-pack abs from working out.
Nope. Looks like I am headed for a blockage and all the scar tissue and adhesions from the endo are to blame. If things stop moving all together? Well...I don't even want to think about that right now. The gastro doc has already told me I need surgery. "How soon" is the question I need answered now. I'll be scheduled for an abdominal and pelvic CT next week so the doc can get a better picture of what is going on in there.
The good news is the doc agreed to coordinate with another surgeon so when they do open me up, I can have my hysterectomy done at the same time. The fewer times I get put under the better. I don't like being intubated plus anesthesia and I don't respond well to each other. I really like the idea of getting all cleaned out in one fell swoop.
Maybe once this is all done and I've recovered, I'll be pain free for the first time in 20 years. I can dream, can't I?