I've been dealing with a whole lot of stress these past few weeks and sometimes I begin to hemorrhage after a really stressful period of time. Saturday night I was up until 2:30am just bawling my eyes out (I'll update you in another thread on that situation)
I finally decided to go to bed and try and get some sleep. It didn't last very long. Within an hour of going to bed I awoke to this gushing feeling. I jumped out of bed but it was too late.. it was all over the bedding and mattress as well as myself.
I ran to the bathroom and yelled for TJ to come help me because it was just pouring out of me at that point. I had several big clots fall out. I sat on the edge of the tub to try and clean up and before I knew it, the tub was full of ankle deep bloody water. It was so gross! And poor TJ was trying to clean it up so I could step out of the tub and not fall on all the blood.
I have never seen so much blood in all m life. I started to get shocky soon after that. I felt faint, I was pale as a ghost. clammy, nauseated...etc. I called up to the hospital to see exactly how much blood loss was too much knowing fully I had lost too much and needed to come in to the hospital.
But, I was handing onto hope that the bleeding would stop. After I told the girls what was going on one of them tricked me into staying on the phone with them while another one called my doctor at home and woke him up. He's not even officially my doctore because he's never even seen me as a patient yet.
Anyway... once they called him at his house and woke him up I felt guilty and he was already out of bed and getting dressed at that point to come in to see me in the middle of the night. So, I went... and cried the whole time with anticipation of what would happen.
I think I remember making a comment like "I'd rather die than have to go through this" and that off the cuff comment got me a suicide watch on my chart which meant I needed to have a "sitter" with me at all times until they deemed me not suicidal
I had to have a bunch of stuff done that was so traumatic for me because it involved my privates being probed and viewed. They did a uterine biopsy and let me be the first to say that hurt like heck. He got a good sample and sent it down to lab. The results weren't good... my ueterus was full of pre cancerous cells that were well on their way to becoming cancerous ones.
So, I ended up having a hysterectomy.. they took everything but my ovaries because he felt like they looked okay enough to leave behind. I feel like I've been hit by a bus. I spent the last 6 days in the hospital. This recovery has been awful. I have a pretty big incision... took 19 staples to close it up.. and that was leaving about a 1/4 of an inch between each staple.
I'm very much a whiner... and find myself crying because I am so frustrated with the level of pain I still have. It's the getting up and down that kills the most. I'm hoping a few more days will be what I need to get over the worst of the recovery phase.
I'll update on the other crisis in my life a little later. I just wanted to let everyone know that I finally had the surgery I needed.
I finally decided to go to bed and try and get some sleep. It didn't last very long. Within an hour of going to bed I awoke to this gushing feeling. I jumped out of bed but it was too late.. it was all over the bedding and mattress as well as myself.
I ran to the bathroom and yelled for TJ to come help me because it was just pouring out of me at that point. I had several big clots fall out. I sat on the edge of the tub to try and clean up and before I knew it, the tub was full of ankle deep bloody water. It was so gross! And poor TJ was trying to clean it up so I could step out of the tub and not fall on all the blood.
I have never seen so much blood in all m life. I started to get shocky soon after that. I felt faint, I was pale as a ghost. clammy, nauseated...etc. I called up to the hospital to see exactly how much blood loss was too much knowing fully I had lost too much and needed to come in to the hospital.
But, I was handing onto hope that the bleeding would stop. After I told the girls what was going on one of them tricked me into staying on the phone with them while another one called my doctor at home and woke him up. He's not even officially my doctore because he's never even seen me as a patient yet.
Anyway... once they called him at his house and woke him up I felt guilty and he was already out of bed and getting dressed at that point to come in to see me in the middle of the night. So, I went... and cried the whole time with anticipation of what would happen.
I think I remember making a comment like "I'd rather die than have to go through this" and that off the cuff comment got me a suicide watch on my chart which meant I needed to have a "sitter" with me at all times until they deemed me not suicidal
I had to have a bunch of stuff done that was so traumatic for me because it involved my privates being probed and viewed. They did a uterine biopsy and let me be the first to say that hurt like heck. He got a good sample and sent it down to lab. The results weren't good... my ueterus was full of pre cancerous cells that were well on their way to becoming cancerous ones.
So, I ended up having a hysterectomy.. they took everything but my ovaries because he felt like they looked okay enough to leave behind. I feel like I've been hit by a bus. I spent the last 6 days in the hospital. This recovery has been awful. I have a pretty big incision... took 19 staples to close it up.. and that was leaving about a 1/4 of an inch between each staple.
I'm very much a whiner... and find myself crying because I am so frustrated with the level of pain I still have. It's the getting up and down that kills the most. I'm hoping a few more days will be what I need to get over the worst of the recovery phase.
I'll update on the other crisis in my life a little later. I just wanted to let everyone know that I finally had the surgery I needed.
