The Chronicles of Getting Old: Vol. 1
Here I sit writing this post, feeling pain in a few different spots on my body. Yep, I have a large ovarian cyst and gallstones. Not only am I worried about going through surgery again (because I’m a wuss), but because I worry that more people like me will leave their pain undiagnosed thanks to doctors who shrug off our complaints as nothing unusual. That’s what happened to me.
Early last week I had intense shooting pains in my uterus area. Sit tight men, I won’t go into graphic detail. Anywho, I called my [new] gynecologist and scheduled an appointment for the next day. For over a year and a half I have been off my father’s insurance and without any of my own. Finally, when I applied for Obamacare and was accepted, I was given a limited amount of doctors to choose from. I went to Planned Parenthood for my check-up. Now, I’m not knocking PP, because I am grateful to have any type of health insurance. However, the doctor barely touched me (no ultrasound, either), and told me the pain was just temporary and could have been from one of three reasons:
1. My birth control was causing pain (that happens?)
2. I didn’t properly achieve an orgasm which caused unrest and tension in my lady bits
3. A penis disrupted my cervix
The first two seemed highly unlikely to me, and, well, I doubt a penis would cause this kind of pain (nausea and shooting pains which inhibited walking or sitting up for hours). She didn’t even tell me what to do about it, I just figured that most likely meant Advil and rest. I knew as I was walking to my car that I had to get a second opinion.
I have had problems in the past with ovarian cysts. In 2006 I underwent surgery to remove two and never want to relive that recovery again. But now it is happening again. I called my healthcare provider for a list of other doctors and immediately scheduled a complete pelvic and abdominal ultrasound (per their suggestion).
I am waiting for the results of my blood test later this afternoon, and praying there’s nothing new to add to all of this. My primary will then tell me how they want to go about removing the gallstones and the cyst.
Now that I’m getting older, I am starting to realize the importance of literally everything health-related. I smoke cigarettes and I drink alcohol. While my eating habits have been getting much better, I know that staying up until 3 a.m. partying will have repercussions on my body… and no one is immune to disease or cancer.
My point here is not to complain about getting old, although it is a shitty feeling. It’s to let it be known that doctors are humans, and humans make mistakes. Also, if I may say so, some doctors just suck. If I listened to that PP doctor and tried to mask the pain via Ibuprofen, who knows what could have happened. By my understanding, gallbladder issues left untreated can lead to serious problems, cysts that erupt are also very dangerous. I didn’t even feel pain in my side, so perhaps this all was a blessing in disguise.
I need to find a mutual meet-up spot for my relatively youthful side and the respect my body deserves. We all need that balance, no matter if we are 17 years-old or seventy. Depending on how this all pans out, maybe this was the kind of wake-up call I needed.