Today was a day very afraid for me. After a year and some other annoyances, I returned back to review care. Fear was really afraid of what I could tell the doctor. "RosaAmarilla, the next time you need surgery, I want you to know that I'll have to empty" was the last thing I said last year.
wore since Dec. 13 with enough complaints, menstrual disorders (and I do not think the ad when they say they are happy in those days). All this, which I had to review, and certain circumstances of life had to be delaying the appointment, I was emparanoiando every day, thinking things I should not think, and making it cabals of calamities that should not have thought.
blood or breast ultrasound above the passenger seat, the music from the radio to keep me thinking cap on and road to go to the medical center. They are 30 miles to get there, that I was doing 200. Yes, I know, far away, but my doctor is confidence, which I was operated on twice, which is my record, and that only to look at me, knows what is happening to me.
I park the car, feet every time I weighed more. I'm close, the news will give me soon. There can be, this year I swore I was going to go well, and this may damage me.
I come to the clinic: "Hello RosaAmarilla, what are you feeling, better? Go annoyance the other day with the snow blocked the road and could not come, thank goodness we found you a little hole today to postpone the event without procrastinate a lot. Sit down, just two people in front. "
I took some notes to go exploring, you know what happens in consultations, you know when you date, but not when you are going to attend. The notes ... to make up, because I could not even touch. In the end I was entertained with a couple of babies who came after me, a pair of twins for a week, they were really cute. That must be nice motherhood.
Forty-five minutes later the doctor pronounce my name: "RosaAmarilla, passing reference."
Have you ever felt that feeling of being in front of a very long tunnel and at the bottom, deep down is a little light for you to arrive and never get it? Well that has happened to me, looked at the door of the consultation at the end of the hall and saw more and more away. "Glups, swallows RosaAmarilla, with forces and the bull."
"RosaAmarilla Hi, do you hit the snow, eh?"
"Yes, unfortunately I could not come."
"Well, do not worry, undressed from the waist down, and put on the table."
I ever wrote that ridiculous posture a woman can take when the colt's gynecologist. Digging, digging through the blog, and if you ever find it, pedídmelo and try to capture it.
Well, what we were after me rigor ultrasound, cytology of me, seeing my mammograms and tests, his comment was:
"Years ago I told you I did not want RosaAmarilla doing surgery again ... and still maintain the same opinion, we do not touch anything, but promise me you'll keep watching out. There I will see to within a year. "
results, a discrete state of fibrocystic breast disease, and a left endometrioma 25 x 13 mm. For now se quedan conmigo, dentro de mi, y si no dan mucha guerra espero que sea por años, que eso querrá decir que no han ido a peor. Yo le he prometido que voy a seguir cuidándome, con mi tratamiento hormonal, mis dietas, y mis pautas. Y ¡qué coño, a vivir la vida, que son dos días y hay que disfrutarlos!.
No olvideis ser felices.
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