I was feeling ok going into today's appointment with the dr. I mean, it was just a consult to see when I could get the D&C done, or so I thought. She told me that I should have opted to have the procedure done in the US as it is quite difficult to get OR time now. Oh shit. I can't wait until Spetmber. I was totally kicking myself for not just sucking it up and going ahead with it when I had the chance.
The dr recommended trying an endometrial biopsy to 'suck' the blood clot out (how is that for irony). I agreed. I was unprepared, alone and without drugs. She gave me two T1s from her personal stack along with two Ad.vils. It was no where near enough. That was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I lay on that table, with tears running down my cheeks and my iPo.d in my ears litening to my Glee song, "Don't Stop Believing". The last time I heard that songs that way was on the transfer table.
She was able to get the clot out and now I am finally done with this disasterous nightmare. I am still in a lot of pain and soreness, but I guess that is to be expected from an hysteroscopy and biopsy two days apart. For now, T2s are my new BFF.
I spent the rest of the day wiht my mom doing mother-daughter things (lunch, shopping and mani/pedis) while I was dopped up on pain killers and tonight I have a bridal shower for my SIL. I hope I can make it through the night.
Thanks again, for all the support.