I saw my regular OBGYN today, thanks to a couple of friends who paid part of the bill so that the office would reschedule me. I shuffled in and Dr. V was clearly concerned since the first words out of his mouth were "OMG what's wrong???" I've gotten to the point where my illness(es) are showing. There are times when I don't really "look sick", but my recent decline has become painfully obvious.
I brought him up to date, and he wants to run tests. Considering that I have no money, the tests are probably not happening. We'll see.
I received a much needed hormone injection, and will be sick for three or four days until my body adjusts to it. It's miserable but certainly worth it. The only other option is a total hysterectomy, and again, my finances prevent that from being considered at the moment. So I just have to figure out how to pay for these injections every 11 weeks until I am to a place where my doc and I are both willing to do surgery. He asked me again about having kids, in the minute chance that it were even possible, and I reminded him that my body is too disabled to even consider it. And I refuse to pass my horrendous genes on to a child. That is, if I could conceive, and if a child actually survived in my womb...both of which are highly unlikely. Completely unlikely, since I've been happily celibate for 6 years and have no intention of ever, EVER changing that. EVER. The end.
So there is your TMI for the day, kids. :)
So now I'm in bed again but should be feeling significantly better in a week. Not counting the pulled muscles, migraines, and Periodic Paralysis, of course. Those need attention all their own, and I'm still waiting for a response from the Muscular Dystrophy Association about a referral. I will call them again Monday morning.
I know that there are people praying for me, and I appreciate it so much. I am blessed in spite of my circumstances, and I won't forget that.
Happier blog posts coming soon. :)