OMG, I think I'm heading towards insanity! I can't sleep. I hate being in limbo in the system. I have nightmares that after the surgery things will grow back, or that they can't complete the surgery for some reason. I'm trying so hard not to think about it. I'm trying to keep busy. But, still, anxieties keep coming up.
And now I'm freak'n because I'm getting a lot of pain where my left ovary is. My mom actually told me that I was intersexed last time I saw her... well, I have stuff inside me, not complete and mostly on the left side (I've had lots of issues regarding it when I was younger, mostly infections that would spread to my bladder, etc). And five years ago, when it was hurting lots before, they did an ultra sound and the doc said that there was some "extra tissue" there (he didn't specify) and that it was just inflamed and infected and I was given antibiotics and anti-inflammatories.
But recently it's been really, really hurting. I keep waking up with the pain (on top of that, nightmares). And I'm freaking out hoping it's not bad and hoping that that doesn't some how stop me from surgery or something like that.
What's worse, is that one of my friends (FtM) is in the hospital and he had the same symptoms and might have to go for surgery. My mom had similar issues with her ovaries and had them taken out in her 20's as well. So, I'm freaking out that it might be worse than the regular inflammations/infections I get and that some how if I go for surgery for that that it will put back my SRS date.
So, yeah, I'm freaking out and probably making things sound bigger than they already are. I've got to go to the doctors and he's got to check it out now. I'm just hoping that it's the normal inflammations I get, and that's all, and everything is going to be okay. I don't know why I'm freaking out so much. It hurts for sure, and it hurt before, but is it my anxiety that's making me think it's hurting worse than before or something else. Last time it was hurting was six months ago, but it went a way after a bit. And a year before, just as I was starting full-time, I had to take antibiotics, get blood tests, pee in a cup... they didn't ultra sound then, but the antibiotics and anti-inflammatories seemed to help some.
Oh, I honestly don't want this and I wish I didn't have extra parts down there! It's annoying. I rarely, rarely talk about it because honestly, it's just caused problems in my life health wise. And now it's happening again, and I'm really hoping it's not serious. And I know that if I'm not healthy for the surgery, it could be a set back. Especially if things are going wonky down there! And I honestly don't want to go for more testing, poking and prodding to see what's going on down there. *I don't wanna be a %&^# lab rat!*
I keep trying to remind myself that five-ish months away isn't too bad, and people have it worse than me. But then I remind myself that I've already had a delay, and that things are not completely set in stone and anything could happen between now and then.
*tries to think positive thoughts, tries to think positive thoughts*
*breathes*
Sorry, I just needed to get this out. I don't know why all of a sudden I've started to freak out. The pain has been consistent for two weeks and in the last five days it's gotten worse and it's really starting to bother me and worry me. And then, to find out on Saturday that my friend went into the hospital, whom I visited today in the hospital, kind of probably helps to the freaking out part. And then my mom telling me that I'm IS, add to that. For years and years I've denied it. I didn't want it to be. I know I have health issues from it from time to time, but I just... *sigh* I don't know if I want to admit it or think about it, but now I have to, I guess. And it's staring me in the face and I really don't want to deal with this on top of everything thing else right now.
*breathes*
Okay, so my plan is to go to the doctors, not think about SRS coming up. Not think about possible health conditions that could make SRS further way. Try to sleep, drink tea or something. My psychiatrist offered sleeping pills, but I don't really want those because I used to be addicted to them. So, I declined. So, I'm going to drink sleepy time tea. I'm going to keep uber busy at work. I'm going to try to think positive. Everything will be all right.
And now I'm talking to myself online. *sigh* Can't I just have a healthy, normal body?
--Natalie
*breathes*