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Health update
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:01 amI had my appointment at the hospital yesterday. I was nervous as hell about it, because I simply had no idea what to expect.
It turned out better than I feared, though, which is good. The doctor I saw was very lte for the appointment (by about an hour an a half), but made a good impression on me by apologizing for being late. She's not the first doctor I've seen who has run behind, but she is the first doctor I've ever seen to acknowledge that fact and apologize for it. That got us off on the right foot from the beginning, and I started to relax after that.
As it turns out, she's not completely sure what's causing my problems. The tumour is still there, and I managed to impress her by its size (one of the largest she's seen, apparently), but it's a slow-growing kind of tumour, and has likely been there for about a decade, so while it may be contributing to my symptoms, it's unlikely that it's the root cause of them. Things only started to get really bad for me this past year, and if it was solely because of the tumour, I would have noticed a more gradual ramping up of symptoms, not such an abrupt change.
She doesn't want to consider surgery so soon, though I like her reasoning better than my family doctor's. Where his reasoning was, "We expect everyone will want at least one child some day," hers was a very simple, "There are other less invasive options to try before we think seriously about surgery." Same outcome, in the end, but I like that her reasoning had nothing to do with assumptions about my reproductive desires. It was actually grounded in medicine.
So for the moment, I've been given prescriptions for a couple of pills that will help get the bleeding issue under control, an order for blood tests, and a follow-up appointment in a few months to see what the next step should be.
So after I got out of there, I felt all that nervous energy drain out of me, giving way to nervous exhaustion instead. Which was bad, because I still had to go to work that afternoon. I decided to give myself a bit of a break and go home first, get changed, then go uptown and get some tea at The Infusion, where I haven't been in a while. That got me calmed down and energized at the same time, and though I only ended up working for 2 and a half hours last night, at least I was capable of doing that.
So that's where I stand right now. Better than I'd feared, and I'm happy for that.
On more mundane notes, I'm now behind in my NaNo count because I didn't get time to do any writing yesterday. So I'm trying to catch up before I go to work. And today at work should be a nice and easy one, since it's only a 6 hour shift and 2 of those hours have been scheduled in meetings so I'm off the phone. Not a bad way to spend my last day of work before my 'weekend'.
It turned out better than I feared, though, which is good. The doctor I saw was very lte for the appointment (by about an hour an a half), but made a good impression on me by apologizing for being late. She's not the first doctor I've seen who has run behind, but she is the first doctor I've ever seen to acknowledge that fact and apologize for it. That got us off on the right foot from the beginning, and I started to relax after that.
As it turns out, she's not completely sure what's causing my problems. The tumour is still there, and I managed to impress her by its size (one of the largest she's seen, apparently), but it's a slow-growing kind of tumour, and has likely been there for about a decade, so while it may be contributing to my symptoms, it's unlikely that it's the root cause of them. Things only started to get really bad for me this past year, and if it was solely because of the tumour, I would have noticed a more gradual ramping up of symptoms, not such an abrupt change.
She doesn't want to consider surgery so soon, though I like her reasoning better than my family doctor's. Where his reasoning was, "We expect everyone will want at least one child some day," hers was a very simple, "There are other less invasive options to try before we think seriously about surgery." Same outcome, in the end, but I like that her reasoning had nothing to do with assumptions about my reproductive desires. It was actually grounded in medicine.
So for the moment, I've been given prescriptions for a couple of pills that will help get the bleeding issue under control, an order for blood tests, and a follow-up appointment in a few months to see what the next step should be.
So after I got out of there, I felt all that nervous energy drain out of me, giving way to nervous exhaustion instead. Which was bad, because I still had to go to work that afternoon. I decided to give myself a bit of a break and go home first, get changed, then go uptown and get some tea at The Infusion, where I haven't been in a while. That got me calmed down and energized at the same time, and though I only ended up working for 2 and a half hours last night, at least I was capable of doing that.
So that's where I stand right now. Better than I'd feared, and I'm happy for that.
On more mundane notes, I'm now behind in my NaNo count because I didn't get time to do any writing yesterday. So I'm trying to catch up before I go to work. And today at work should be a nice and easy one, since it's only a 6 hour shift and 2 of those hours have been scheduled in meetings so I'm off the phone. Not a bad way to spend my last day of work before my 'weekend'.
