Since it is March, I feel obligated to post. Good thing I have something to write about.
I started off my endometriosis awareness month by getting my IUD taken out. I had stopped Lybrel almost two months ago, and the IUD was the next step. No, I’m not trying to get pregnant. I just want to get rid of the hormones. It’s not healthy, and I don’t trust the FDA. I am also curious if I am even really depressed. I recently learned that birth control can cause depression, along with a myriad of other psychological symptoms. I realized that, for the entire time I have been depressed, I have been on BC.
So I went to the doctor, and of course she and her nurse grilled me. It made me a little uneasy to tell them my reasons for getting off of BC. How do you tell your doctor that the drugs she prescribes are garbage? I also told her about my abdominal pain, and she poked and prodded and finally said she’s not sure what it is. Gave me a referral to consult with a surgeon.
I had heard that getting an IUD taken out is not painful compared to having one put in. Well, I was knocked out when it was put in–I had it done during my surgery, three years ago. So I didn’t really have anything to compare it to, but damn, it hurt. After she left, I looked at it–it’s so tiny, and there wasn’t any tissue attached to it, so why did it hurt so much? My body is so foreign at times.
I had to go grocery shopping afterwards, and that was not fun. I was crampy all day, until I took a nap. I woke up feeling better. Then when I peed, there was blood, but I’m sure it was just from the trauma.
On another note, yellow is the endo awareness color. Last night I realized, with frustration, that Sam and I do not own yellow clothing. So I ordered these cute buttons from zazzle: http://www.zazzle.com/fight_like_a_girl_endometriosis_16_5_button-145187249632068085
Endo Sucks 