the sustained anxiety of being prepped for a surgery at 8am and having no idea whether the surgery will happen today so you're NBM indefinitely and getting IV fluids
(do not mistake this for a criticism of the individuals, they are doing what they can)
ghosts decided to use my abdomen as a meeting place for their fucking after school sportsball team
(doctor described it as softball sized. that's not the size of an ovary. how is my body so fucking bad at this.)
(i've been given pain relief just waiting for it to hit)
my pain right this second is the closest to friday night as it has been since then. what this tells me is that My Ovary Knows What's Coming
you started this motherfucker but i'm going to finish it (by consenting to surgery)
i'm really glad i decided to stay inpatient waiting for the ultrasound. the other choice was heading home and waiting for the ultrasound through the clinic and i mean. while I Did Not Want This, this is definitely the lesser of two evils.
(i couldn't look at the right side it was too painful and i don't know how to read an ultrasound scan but but the radiologist wasn't super pleased with it and that's enough for me. [cocks gun] ovary's haunted.)
being up at 4:30 in the hospital for reasons i'm not going to get into but i'm not in an Excruciating amount of pain despite the fact i have to keep getting up and walking around (which exacerbates it) maybe i will actually be able to go home tomorrow after my ovary scan so here's hoping
the same too goes for drawing people with smaller tits and smaller dicks because they're a pervert. i am a small dick pervert. i like flat women and men with tits. there is room for all of us under g-d's rainbow
i can't even blame pain relief for this all i'm on right now is paracetamol and ibuprofen. i'm just very ready to be discharged from the hospital so i can draw [redacted]
mmm scan tomorrow morning. then we make decisions from there. today's gyno is fairly confident that the scan is largely a "prepare to prevent this in the future" scan which is encouraging at least. ow my fucking everything in my lower right quadrant
been in whanganui hospital for two nights now i think and literally my only complaint is that they're not allowed to hire more nurses. all of the nurses that have had to deal with me so far have been extremely lovely and absolutely horrendously overworked.
i also haven't been refused pain medication except for one time the nurse and i agreed together to wait because i was suddenly dizzy and didn't want the heavier stuff to make that worse but i still had hours to wait on ibuprofen and paracetamol. which is a nice change.
almost all of my experiences at whanganui hospital (certainly all of my experiences as a patient) have been very positive.
wait no there was one dickhead doctor about my gyno stuff but that was like 5 years ago and he's NOT the guy that did my hysto
been in whanganui hospital for two nights now i think and literally my only complaint is that they're not allowed to hire more nurses. all of the nurses that have had to deal with me so far have been extremely lovely and absolutely horrendously overworked.
actually bedside manner has been really fucking good, especially for my issue being barely visible physically (ruptured ovarian cyst). i've had a lot of medical experience (as have others) where if you don't Look Sick then you clearly aren't sick but i've not been treated like that now. blessed.
please send thoughts and prayers that my inflammation is soothed enough to manage on my own tomorrow. i want to go home and not be in hospital anymore but i also don't want to have to try and deal with this level of pain lmao
i don't have any idea how much fluid there is nor how much of my insides are inflamed but the gyno did say monitoring for the next 24 hours so MAYBE it;ll be fine and i'll be able to go home
my stupid bastard uterus was the bane of my existence so we ripped the cunt out. along with my cervix and the fallopian tubes. and I guess my ovaries felt left out
it's not often pain wakes me up, i rated the pain that woke me at about a 7 and i do not have a low pain tolerance. but the norflex seems to have eased it as long as i don't lie down (back or side, doesn't matter) but obvs if it gets Worse i will. start trying to doctor lmao
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i'm so fucking sick of having a mortal body. think i pulled something in my side super bad and i have to work the entirety of labour weekend lmao. please. g-d. please just hurt while i'm at home and keep me busy enough not to notice it
i'm so fucking sick of having a mortal body. think i pulled something in my side super bad and i have to work the entirety of labour weekend lmao. please. g-d. please just hurt while i'm at home and keep me busy enough not to notice it
i was a LITTLE concerned about appendicitis but if it was then a muscle relaxant wouldn't have eased any of the pain (versus a pull or a cramp, which would make sense to ease with a muscle relaxant). the healthline lady is also fairly comfortable saying it's Probably Not That
i have a drs appt on wednesday at least. healthline lady's best guess was possibly a UTI but since i have no trouble pissing it's unlikely. not impossible, but unlikely lmao.
i DO feel like i need to pee constantly but that's not a UTI that's just one of the lasting effects of my hysto lmao
"izzie, why has your subcommittee created cafeteria, laundromats, and children's dormitories despite your narrow focus?" sex is gender and it is everywhere, and we must rip it out root and stem from the earth in which it grows: the labour that defines the class relation
you have no idea what i have planned for when i become the chair of the subcommittee for the industrial provision of sex and gender abolition under the people's commissariat of health and education
This post isn’t making a point about voting, but people with pundit-brain can’t approach any idea w/o equating it to voting, and so they respond by demanding assurances about voting—to which I say those who offer no assurances will receive no assurances. Feel a fraction of the anxiety you cause.
If you would try to win by abandoning trans people (or any targeted group) you can save this “we need to win” talk; there is no “we.” I am about solidarity, and you have chosen anti-solidarity. You are not any “we” I recognize. You are the enemy I’m trying to defeat. Beating you is how my “we” wins.