Well I have absolutely no idea what to make of the Uterus of Doom’s behaviour this month. I’ll admit I was hopeful to start with. Day 1 was better than it has been, and actually an appropriate colour, without going into too much detail and making you all want to see your breakfast again. Day 2 – reasonable. Not ideal, but I’ll take it. Day 3 started off promisingly, but tapered off until when I went to bed, when I burst into tears again.
Day 4 (today) is well, I think it’s the end. The problem is, I only have my old periods to compare it to. And that was 6 years ago, and I can’t really remember the details. I had one period between getting my mirena coil out and getting pregnant, so that’s all I can think of really. (Yes I was one of those annoying people who fell pregnant at the drop of a hat. I think I’ve more than made up for it now though. But oh, how I long to have those days back again!) I remember using super tampons (with some backup sometimes) and having to change them maybe 3-4 times a day, bleeding quite a bit at night, and it lasted 6 days. Now I don’t use tampons. There isn’t really enough for them to be comfortable to be honest, and if I did, would only be the regular ones. Is this it? I know that I used to have heavier periods than, well, everyone I knew, so is this normal? I know it’s not normal for me, but what about everyone else?
I don’t know what to do. Part of me wonders whether I should email Lovely Gynae Woman, to ask her if she wants me to get a scan done to see what the thickness of my lining is, as I can get one done easily here and take the results to her when I go home. The other part of me thinks that actually I just don’t want to know, for if it’s bad news, i.e. thinner than 4mm, or no thicker (please, no!) then I’d feel pretty miserable and hopeless and wanting to throw myself under a bus. And be stuck here, on the other side of the world.
I also wonder whether I should give up on this whole Needle-Woman, drinking haematoma stuff. It may have made me feel a bit more energetic, but it doesn’t seem to be helping the actual amount of blood situation. In fact, since the last two have been lighter than the first after my Mending-The-Uterus-Of-Doom surgery, is it making it worse? Or is it those bastard adhesions sticking together again? Can they really do that with a coil in the way? Does anyone know? Will someone, preferably with the power to heal it and make it all better, please come along and tell me what to do?
Yesterday, we went for a walk. So we walked up through the Domain, and through the Botanical Gardens. It was very pretty. There were lots of bright orange flowers everywhere, and the wisteria was in flower, which was gorgeous. We went up to the rose garden, but there weren’t that many roses in flower yet. One was though. It’s a rose that’s an English rose, pale pink/peach in colour, and just happens to have the same name as we gave our daughter.
Someone had laid some flowers in another part of the rose garden. There were some cards with them, and being the nosy sort of person I am, I read them. There were two bouquets of flowers, and two cards. One said “To ***. You are always in our hearts. Grandma and Grandad.” The other said “Dear ***. We never got to meet you, but we will always love you. From your mum, dad and brother.” How beautiful? And how utterly heartbreaking?
On our way out of the gardens, I got quite excited as I saw a grey furry shape a short distance away in the grass. For some reason, as yet unknown, I decided it was a kangaroo. Of course, what else would it be in the middle of Sydney? I pointed it out and started squealing. I then realized that it wasn’t a kangaroo, but two ducks. Oh dear.
Otherwise there’s not much to say. I dyed my hair this morning, and managed to make the bathroom look like there had been a massacre in there. It’s quite a nice colour, though I haven’t been this dark in years, having been a bit of a highlight addict.