Mexican Food Coma
Jul. 6th, 2006 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I had the HSG this afternoon and it was not pleasant, not by a long shot, but it was better than I had expected. (So I guess that's good.) The thing that sucks is that I didn't really get a definitive answer about how it went. The uterus was very visible and there were tons of dye shooting out of my right tube, but they couldn't get a good look at my left tube. They kept putting in more and more and more dye (I think she reloaded three times!) and it took longer than the promised 5 minutes. The doctor (who was supervising?) and the nurse practitioner (who did the procedure) spent a lot of time talking, like, "Do you think you see a spill? I think there might be a spill there? Should I try more dye? Should we try moving?" and they took the pictures anyway even though you can't see the left side at all. When I was leaving, the NP said that she 'was sure everything was fine' and that 'maybe there was a bone in the way of the spilling' on the left or whatever. But I'm not sure. She said I will hear one way or the other from the doctor but with my luck he will look at the inconclusive pictures and say, "Go get another one." And then I will punch him in the face.
I wonder if they are convinced that I don't have a blockage (even though they didn't see a confirmed spill) because I wasn't writhing around the table. I hear that blockages make things /really/ painful. So maybe that's why she said she thinks I'm fine? I didn't actually have any pain until they finished, then the cramps came hardcore. At least it wasn't when I was getting all injected up the hoo-hah. I am just paranoid about the whole left tube thing. I will say one thing, though - the NP was incredibly nice to me. I told her before the procedure that I really wasn't jazzed about any hoo-hah business and she was really sensitive about it. So at least not EVERYONE from my doctor's office is a douchebag.
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I found out that while I was on vacation, one of the kids in my playgroup accidentally punched the dad of another kid in my playgroup in the junk. (He was playing rough and I guess got carried away.) It was the dad of one of the new kids... I wasn't surprised to hear this morning that they won't be coming back. Funny.
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I wasn't going to eat out tonight at all, but Coworker Funk was in the office late with me and was whining about how hungry she was, so we went out for Mexican. I ate far too much food (the chips/salsa are the death of me) and also had a glass of sangria which has totally done me in. I want to sleep for a million years. I don't know why I decided to drink, and it probably wasn't very smart of me. I didn't take my Metformin this morning because of the contrast dye thing, but I doubt it's good to have contrast dye and then drink. Whoops.
Jen's at her art class tonight and I am trying very hard to resist hurt feelings. Having that procedure this afternoon was just really crappy, and the vague results (and not the definite positive/negative I was expecting) make everything hard to deal with. It would have been really nice if she had decided to come home instead and make me feel better, and I would be a liar if I said I wasn't disappointed. Sometimes looking to someone else for comfort really sucks. When you're alone, you don't expect other people to do anything for you - and there's never any disappointment.
I wonder if they are convinced that I don't have a blockage (even though they didn't see a confirmed spill) because I wasn't writhing around the table. I hear that blockages make things /really/ painful. So maybe that's why she said she thinks I'm fine? I didn't actually have any pain until they finished, then the cramps came hardcore. At least it wasn't when I was getting all injected up the hoo-hah. I am just paranoid about the whole left tube thing. I will say one thing, though - the NP was incredibly nice to me. I told her before the procedure that I really wasn't jazzed about any hoo-hah business and she was really sensitive about it. So at least not EVERYONE from my doctor's office is a douchebag.
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I found out that while I was on vacation, one of the kids in my playgroup accidentally punched the dad of another kid in my playgroup in the junk. (He was playing rough and I guess got carried away.) It was the dad of one of the new kids... I wasn't surprised to hear this morning that they won't be coming back. Funny.
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I wasn't going to eat out tonight at all, but Coworker Funk was in the office late with me and was whining about how hungry she was, so we went out for Mexican. I ate far too much food (the chips/salsa are the death of me) and also had a glass of sangria which has totally done me in. I want to sleep for a million years. I don't know why I decided to drink, and it probably wasn't very smart of me. I didn't take my Metformin this morning because of the contrast dye thing, but I doubt it's good to have contrast dye and then drink. Whoops.
Jen's at her art class tonight and I am trying very hard to resist hurt feelings. Having that procedure this afternoon was just really crappy, and the vague results (and not the definite positive/negative I was expecting) make everything hard to deal with. It would have been really nice if she had decided to come home instead and make me feel better, and I would be a liar if I said I wasn't disappointed. Sometimes looking to someone else for comfort really sucks. When you're alone, you don't expect other people to do anything for you - and there's never any disappointment.
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Date: 2006-07-07 01:51 am (UTC)I'm thinking of you ... :) *hugs from tx to ma*
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Date: 2006-07-07 01:55 am (UTC)I wish you could give me a hug, too. That would be totally awesome. I think I am going to go to bed and sleep off all of this mexican food and sangria. (I /love/ sangria.)
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Date: 2006-07-09 12:14 pm (UTC)I took one vicodin once. In my life. And I threw up, and decided I did not need to ever take such things again. I've never taken any pain medication stronger than 4 ibuprofens. Then again, I don't really plan to have needles dug into my elbow ditch, either. :)
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Date: 2006-07-09 03:36 pm (UTC)My doctor has already started talking to us about "if we need to go to more high-tech options" even though we told him from the get-go that we didn't want to do that. I suppose he thinks he's just trying to prepare us, but how it gets to me is that he is going to push us in that direction prematurely. *shrug* I don't know.
We've already done 2 unsuccessful IUIs and had one cancelled cycle. We can probably do 3 tries with injectibles (as long as he doesn't say it won't work because of blocked tubes) but if we weren't successful by then, I'm about 99% sure he would say our next step is IVF. Which means at that point we'd be done.
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Date: 2006-07-07 04:41 am (UTC)Sleep is always good for a bad day. Hugs from NC!
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Date: 2006-07-09 12:19 pm (UTC)I do kind of wish, though, that someone would have been home with me that night to just sort of coddle me a little bit after all of that and process the vague and potentially not-good results. While we're more than just a babymaking team, we ARE still a team on the babymaking front and this was a babymaking procedure... so I dunno where I totally stand on the "support Jen being her own person" camp this time. But I value your sexy opinion! ;)
p.s. There is NO way you could beat me in a chips-and-salsa extravaganza, because I am the CHAMP!