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Over 40 and Doctor-Bound: Is This a Thing?

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Tomorrow is a day of many medical follow-ups, which I’ve been putting off because problems disappear if you ignore them right? That’s what my brain told me. But I suppose it’s time to pay the piper and face the music because my doctor finally called and basically said, “stop being a pansy and get in here for your blood tests or I won’t renew your mind medication.” Except she actually said that.

 

So in I go for tests to check for high cholesterol, anemia, hormonal imbalance, thyroid dysfunction and all the other crap you probably have when you’re over 40. My original physical was in January and my blood work was scheduled to follow that appointment, so I suppose in April, my doctor made her “I’m a pansy” point.

 

I just really hate needles. I had two natural childbirths because I avoid needles on sight and on principle. One of those births was induced with pitocin, which makes cramps like 1,000 chainsaws mincing your organs into ground beef meat, but at least I avoided the spinal needles.

 

 

And also, the blood work is the least of my problems.

 

Because I may have to undergo surgery, and if you’re a hypochondriac, when you hear “surgery” all you think is “WHAT IF I DON’T WAKE UP?” “WHAT IF THE ANESTHESIA DOESN”T TAKE AND I FEEL EVERY SLICING OF MY INNARDS WHILE SILENTLY PLEADING FOR YOU TO HEAR ME ?” ” WHAT IF I CHOKE ON MY OWN VOMIT DURING RECOVERY?” “WHAT IF YOU LEAVE STAPLES IN MY GUT AND I BLEED THEM OUT MY BELLY BUTTON?”

 

I already have a guarantee from my husband, The Rock, that he will monitor my throat after surgery so it doesn’t throw up and kill me.

 

Which would be a feat given the surgery will take place on my troublesome left ovary.

 

 

The ovary that grows cysts like trees grow cherry blossoms in Japan (can someone give me a simile intervention?) and is the bane of my hormonal existence. I mean, I know my endocrine system have been all out of whack for years (I’m never hot and now, the Sahara Desert is like a ski destination) and I told my doctors as much, but no one listened until my ovary sprouted a bowling ball.

 

I have a follow-up ultrasound tomorrow that will tell us if I need to have the mass removed. Pray I don’t. I’m really not good with being opened up and probed. It’s just that I feel it inside me and its foreignness is disconcerting like Dr. Drew at Coachella (did anyone call the simile interventionist?).

 

It all started when I told my doctor that every few months my left ovary acts like it’s filled with shredded glass threatening to explode its walls. The pain lasts for about 45 minutes and makes me want to puke and cry and fetal roll and then it goes away like it never happened. I mentioned this in passing like you do when you’re convinced you have everything else but the thing you actually DO have.  Given that the shredded-glass-analogy sounded alarming, my doctor scheduled an ultrasound and there it was…a hemorrhagic cyst.

 

It was big, too. But the last time I had a cyst of that size I visited an acupuncturist and changed my diet and it went away. I didn’t see an acupuncturist this time and I’m convinced that’s the problem. Although I DID lie facedown on the ground several times because I’d read that a man cured his liver cancer by coming into contact with the Earth’s healing ions after he made it a point to lie on the ground every day for a year to let the inner planetary core send up its miracle light rays.

 

I want to believe in things like that.

 

Instead, I fear that my hormonal maladies have come home to roost in my ovary and I’ll need to remove it.

 

Also, I might have a congenital heart defect.

 

Tomorrow is a big day for a hypochondriac like me.

 

Stay tuned for soon when I know more about whether I’ll have to worry more about post-surgery vomit asphyxiation.

 

 

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  1. laura says

    May 1, 2013 at 7:21 pm

    I’m not a hypochondriac. But all that just made my anxieties shiver.
    Sorry, that probably doesn’t help… no? Right. Sorry.

    So, then lets say you’ll survive all this. Like a BOSS! I say we celebrate. With wine. And some sort of delicious fatty food that will probably contribute to the high cholesterol. But then again, I’m a firm believer that wine and it’s antioxidant greatness will wash away all cholesterol problems. So we’ll make sure to drink lots of extra wine.

    So yeah. Lets concentrate on the celebrating. With wine. Oh… and you know there’ll probably be some giggles in there as well.

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  2. Cheri @ Blog This Mom! says

    May 1, 2013 at 9:21 pm

    Deb, Speaking from experience, the pre-op shot is totally worth it. TOTALLY. What? Seriously, it will be okay. I promise. Information is power. Go get some. Love, C
    P.S. If you think over 40 doctor-bound is a thing (and it is), try over 50! But you know what? It totally does not suck. Best time of my life. I wish that for you too. XO

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  3. Kizz says

    May 2, 2013 at 6:18 am

    Keep us posted, will you? Don’t save it up for one anxiety-ridden shot every few months like this one. I need warning for stuff like this. I didn’t have enough Junior Mints on hand to reach my zen state!

    xoxo

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  4. Marta says

    May 2, 2013 at 11:36 am

    I hate needles too. Hate them. I’ve had my son (now 6) come with me to doctor’s appointments and hold my hand. FOR REAL. He’s braver then me. Plus, there’s something about not being a pansy in front of your kids that’s really motivating. Also, I never use the word pansy, but maybe I should start.

    Really hope that everything is going to be ok. You can do it! Just think of more similies.

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  5. Me says

    May 5, 2013 at 3:51 pm

    We are here for you mama – Come back and give us an update so we can keep you smiling!

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  6. Kari says

    May 19, 2013 at 9:53 pm

    I so know how you feel about surgery and those darn needles. For me, I hate the thought of being intubated, so I always fib a bit and say I have a HUGE case of GERD….yeah…they never believe me. Then, because I am always so exhausted, I always plan on staying asleep just a little bit longer in recovery, but those darn nurses pump the oxygen and make me cough!! lol I think our 40’s are payback for our 20’s, at least that is what I am telling myself with each ache and pain….it was worth it!!! Ahhhh the 80’s!!!

    You can master this, sounds like you are on the right track…..which is a lot closer than what I’ve been doing lately!!

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  7. Da Goddess says

    June 3, 2013 at 8:21 pm

    1) I’m sorry you’ve been going through hell with this.

    2) I’m happy you have some answers.

    3) I’m sending healing thoughts and prayers your way.

    4) Get well soon!

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