So it has been 2 weeks since my ultrasound, and 2 weeks since my last period. It has been a week since I phoned doc for an appointment, apparently he did not have me for a call back to go in, probably because he has referred me to a specialist, but I wanted to see him anyway.
And I have my period again, full on lower back spasms (which goes get with the shoulder and arm pain FROM upper back spasms …), cramps from hell, and my spine keeps slipping out (as in my hips lock up and I can’t move until I crack my back).
So, I am pretty sure I have a DAMNED good case for why I want my hysterectomy. Don’t you?
Unfortunately I can’t see doc until second week of July, and still no word about/from the specialist.
Just how many more of these do I have to have before I can be fixed like a stray dog?
Oh, that came out a bit bitter didn’t it? My bad. Just a tad cranky.
Needless to say, this does NOTHING for my mood(s), but the thunderstorms we are getting seems to be countering the severity of the depression down to just ho-hum.
Ladies, this is what the forties bring you. Have fun.