Gabby Writes

So, now to go on about my MRI and surgery. Both of these things happened in the same week — so exciting.

The MRI happened first. Part of me was afraid they would find a tumor on my pituitary gland, especially now that I know I may get a brain tumor someday. I can’t recall if I ad an MRI before, but you’d think I’d remember it, right? Anyway, why are those things so extra? So loud? You’d think by now that science would have found a way to make the machines less annoying. At least when they put me in there, I was given ear plugs, and the foam thing they put on me to keep my head still added another layer of protection from the noise.

The results showed a very tiny mass on my pituitary gland. They didn’t seem concerned about it. It mostly just explained my higher than usual prolactin levels. It was suggested I follow up in a year unless I’m pregnant.

Next was my surgery. It was an out-patient surgery at some surgicenter, so I didn’t have a hospital stay or anything. My husband drove me there and, of course, waited until my surgery was done. The doctor who did it was from my fertility place, but not my official doctor (though I eventually found out she’s my cousin’s doctor). This was the first time someone for real said I have PCOS. I feel like it took a long time for me to hear someone say that. The doctor gave me a spiel about how PCOS can be reversed and recommended a book about intermittent fasting called Fast Like a Girl. I did buy it and read some. It talks about how you can fast in tune with your monthly cycle.

Moving on. I got to hang out in one of those big arm chairs hospitals have with a nice warmed up blanket. An IV was set up for my anesthesia, and after waiting a bit, I was walked over to the room the surgery was happening. For other surgeries I had, I was out before being brought into the surgical room. This time, I got to see the room, and it was very white and bright. I got onto the table with my feet in the stirrup things. I had to scooch forward to a spot where a piece of the table was removed, so my hips and ass were kind of hanging in the air. The anesthesia was pumped into my IV, and eventually it started to look like the ceiling was moving.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up in recovery. My husband was sitting there, and a nurse came in. She asked my pain level and what I wanted as a snack and drink. I got apple juice and Gold Fish. My pain level was at a four. That was half the pain I felt from the procedure to check my fallopian tubes. People were slicing all up in my uterus and it somehow hurt less. Crazy. The doctor came and spoke to me before I left. There were several polyps that she removed.

When I got home, I ended up taking a nap. And I slept a lot the next day too.

Finally, I was able to get started on actually trying to get pregnant. I’ll get into that in the next post.