This is a bit of a mixed bag post, a bit of a rant, a bit of a ramble and a bit deep... So i apologise in advance!
Last Tuesday I went for my laparoscopy. The results were no tubal damage, no adhesions and no endometriosis, a fabulous result. The only thing stopping us now is DH sperm and my slightly polycystic ovaries. We have a clinic appt at some point and will hopefully get all the fundng sorted for our first cycle of IVF 🤞
Prior to the surgery I met Dr Crap again... This is the doctor who couldn't be bothered to get my notes when we first turned up to clinic waaaay back when and sent us away to think about our decisions for 6 months with no treatment plan whatsoever... This is the doctor I put a complaint in about and was told would never see them again... This is the doctor who sat the other side of her desk ignoring us in our first appt whilst their phone was going off and repeatedly told me I was "fat" and it was "my fault" we weren't pregnant. (I like cake but my bmi is within range.) This doctor took one look at me last week and basically told me I was pathetic for being told by our amazing consultant that I would need 2 weeks off post op regardless of what they did in theatre because of my job. They threw the consent form at me told me to initial the boxes and swanned off... no questions, nothing. I then had to go chasing round after them because my lovely consultant had said if my tubes were damaged would I be happy for them to be removed-yes I would be. But it wasnt on the consent form? Next Dr Crap tells me I would need to wait another 3-6 months for another op to remove my tubes if need be because I "have to think about the implications". Yes I've thought about it since March, it's all been agreed, its in my notes just add it on. They refused point blank. I then found a nurse (in tears at this point) who told me normally they do do everything in one go, no faffing about as long as it's in the notes as discussed before. This nurse had to go and pull the covering consultant out of theatre who actually read my notes and agreed that was the plan. The consultant couldn't apologise enough, I did say it wasn't their fault Dr Crap hadn't bothered to read my notes (again).
Needless to say I will be ringing the clinic today and asking them to completely blackmark from Dr Craps list. It's such a shame that a fantastic result of surgery can be marred by such a bitch with a chip on their shoulder who shows no empathy and obviously doesn't give a sh*t about the kind of job they're in. You'd think if you were dealing with people who were struggling with infertility you'd be a little bit nicer. Obviously not...
Anyway, rant over... if you're going for a laparoscopy and do a job that involves anything other than binge watching Jezza K, I strongly suggest taking 2 weeks off. I have quite a high pain threshold but the pain post op and the bruises I've got have been quite an issue... topped off with the mother of all migraines yesterday due to too much codeine 🙁 my husband keeps asking me if I've had a wash as my belly is a dirty brown and green colour from the bruises... cheeky bugger. I would like to say he's been really supportive over the last week or so but he's been living the life, mingling with his friends, going away, spending more time at work then he needs to, so I can't really. There have been points when I've been on my own the last week and questioned why we are together and if our marriage would survive a failed IVF cycle... and then in the irritating way he does, he hugs me and it's like everything is right again. Im such a sucker for physical affection.
I have to keep telling myself this is all going to be worth it... It's got to be... I held my friends 2 week old baby the other day and nearly cried at how perfect she was and I just hope someday I'll get to hold my own perfect little being. It's going to be worth it.