Laura Fopiano
B&L Exotix
Okay this will be a long post, but I need to get this off my chest!
Most of y'all know that I moved to Georgia over a year ago, and though I have moved I kept in touch with one of my doctors that monitors the medications that I have been on for the last 13 years.
I call in for my refills as I allways have and they can no longer get in touch with my old Dr. Uh oh not good. I call and find out that I need to go to urgent care. Ok, so I go, and they find that I have high blood pressure. Huh? High blood pressure? 191/90?!?!?! They give me my normal meds and add a new one, no biggie right? That was 5 weeks ago.
I set up an appointment with my new GP, he orders blood work, mammogram, and refers to me another Dr. to take over the medication from the Dr. in Cali.
I make my appointment (after putting down a 100 deposit) and Bryon takes me to town for this appointment. Any one who has been the the "intake" process for physciatry can tell you that theyare normally long appointments, I've been through 4 Doctors in 13 years, I also studied "chemical dependency" in college and understand the different types of modalities that can be offered during intake and treatment.
So, I'm sitting there answering the questions that I know are coming. This Doctor came highly recommended by his colleagues, his hands are shaking a bit, and I figure he has Parkinson's or a different malady that I am unaware of. he and I are going through the normal litany of questions. Do you feel anxious? Do you feel suicidal? Have you lost weight, gained weight? How's your appetite? Do you sleep through the night? We continue making small talk along the way, I find out that he loves dragons and has kept boas in the past. The questions continue. Do you hear voices? Do you have extreme bouts of anger? His hands begin trembling a bit stronger, his eyes look at the computer screen in front of him, they roll up and he continues his questions. I know am feeling a bit embarrassed because he is such an odd little man. Shaking hands, rolling eyes, looking at his monitor, looking back at me. Do you feel like someone is trying to control your thoughts? Can you tell me about the shape of the plant? Huh? Plant? What plant?
I'm thinking "is this a new modality of treatment that I am unaware of? His eyes role and again and he says "you know, it's kinda like the beef in the cattle industry" "Are you following me"? I am now becoming more embarrassed and say "no doc you lost with that one" He then began grinding his teeth, sweating profusely and has a grand mal seizure right there in front of me!
Aughhhhhh, I go running out of the room like my hair is on fire and scream at the nurse "there's something really wrong with the Dr.!!!! Now mind you, I have never seen a seizure before, and I think the poor man is dying right there on the spot! None of the nurse can preform CPR. "Oh Crap" Bryon, he was in the army, he's trained in CPR, I'll get him! The whole office is panicking now as Bryon runs in and stabilizes the man. This Doctor has no history of seizures ever! The paramedics take him away.
I am now shaking, crying, and I only wanted to get my meds. I was so unprepared to witness such a event. Bryon is laughing and thinks it's one of the funnier things that he has seen in ages. Oh it gets better, the Doc has the ambulance pull over and take him to his "regular Doctor" I am still at his office while they are trying to get someone to authorize my meds so I can go home. The nurse gets my medication, but I have to back the next day to finish my intake with this man!!!!
So being the "good little patient" that I am, I return. He finishes my intake and apologizes for his "little spell" he orders blood work, and a 24 urinalysis. I can have these tests preformed at my Gp's office and have the results faxed to him. Okie dokie, off to my gp I go. This doctor wants me to have my yearly pap smear and mammogram.
A week later, my gp calls me while I'm at work. I come home, call the doc, and I am informed that I have high cholesterol. Oh good grief, another malady another pill, oh goody!
So...last Wednesday, I go to that oh so fun yearly mammogram and pap, that I lovingly refer to as "smash and probe" Now those of you women out there who have been through this process can feel my pain and also understand the humor behind this whole process.
Wow, I'm so impressed, the equipment is so modern, and state of the art. No more days of having my boob trapped in a vice! Whoopy! That wasn't so bad. They are on the phone with my old hospital that has all of my records to compair with as I am getting dressed. I am over whelmed at how well these doctors in my new home are treating me. So, off to the probing I go.
The nurses, take blood, get my weight, (we won't go there) and check my blood pressure, yeah!!! My blood pressure is now at 110/70 oh goody!! Poor Bry, he's such a trouper to sit through all of this nonsense with me. I am sitting in my new ob's office and we are discussing all of my "womanly discomforts". He wants me to have an ultra sound before my exam and this is based on what I have told him.
I go down the hall to my ultra sound, remembering the one that I had when they discovered that I was having twins....ugh, full bladder, cold jelly on the belly, and a wand that feels like your bladder will explode if they push any harder to get the desired pictures that they are trying to capture. Deep breath...hold it...exhale.... woo sah...I can do this, no problem.
"Undress from the waist down, and empty your bladder" the technician tells me. Huh? empty my bladder? Okie dokie. Technology has changed so much since I have had this procedure. They now have a tiny wand smaller than a tampon that can take pictures vagnially!! Saweeettt, this is gonna be a snap to get through! She began her "picture taking" and I am watching the screen that is on front of me. What is that I ask the tech? She calmly tells me that it is my left ovary. My left ovary looks like a piece of petrified wood! I say "wow, that doesn't look normal to me" she says "oh your doctor will read you the results" I get dressed and toddle back down the all way, pix in hand to meet with my new ob.
Bryon and I are sitting in his office when he began to tell me what they found. My left ovary is loaded with cyt's, I have developed endometriosis, I am loaded with fibroids, and my poor uterus, once the giver of life, now must be removed along with my left ovary
WHAT?!?!?!?!
I am told that this can be done "laparoscopially" it is considered an out patient procedure even though I am there over night. 23 hours to be exact, baring any complications I should be able to return to work in 4 to 6 weeks following said procedure.
My surgery is scheduled for May 28the, 13 days following my trip back home to Cali. We are now planning a "say good bye to my uterus" party. And I am having a complet hysterectomy. Yep all gone, bye, bye, no more periods, no more cramps...uh oh, no more hormones either? More pills? Aughhhhhhh!!!
I still have not completely wrapped my mind around what has happened since my move here. Oh and the best part?......I haven't gotten the results from my mammogram yet
Thanx fauna for letting me vent. The people that I have met here are priceless gems in a world of coal and I could never get though all of this with a sense of humor if it were not for the people that I have met here.
Most of y'all know that I moved to Georgia over a year ago, and though I have moved I kept in touch with one of my doctors that monitors the medications that I have been on for the last 13 years.
I call in for my refills as I allways have and they can no longer get in touch with my old Dr. Uh oh not good. I call and find out that I need to go to urgent care. Ok, so I go, and they find that I have high blood pressure. Huh? High blood pressure? 191/90?!?!?! They give me my normal meds and add a new one, no biggie right? That was 5 weeks ago.
I set up an appointment with my new GP, he orders blood work, mammogram, and refers to me another Dr. to take over the medication from the Dr. in Cali.
I make my appointment (after putting down a 100 deposit) and Bryon takes me to town for this appointment. Any one who has been the the "intake" process for physciatry can tell you that theyare normally long appointments, I've been through 4 Doctors in 13 years, I also studied "chemical dependency" in college and understand the different types of modalities that can be offered during intake and treatment.
So, I'm sitting there answering the questions that I know are coming. This Doctor came highly recommended by his colleagues, his hands are shaking a bit, and I figure he has Parkinson's or a different malady that I am unaware of. he and I are going through the normal litany of questions. Do you feel anxious? Do you feel suicidal? Have you lost weight, gained weight? How's your appetite? Do you sleep through the night? We continue making small talk along the way, I find out that he loves dragons and has kept boas in the past. The questions continue. Do you hear voices? Do you have extreme bouts of anger? His hands begin trembling a bit stronger, his eyes look at the computer screen in front of him, they roll up and he continues his questions. I know am feeling a bit embarrassed because he is such an odd little man. Shaking hands, rolling eyes, looking at his monitor, looking back at me. Do you feel like someone is trying to control your thoughts? Can you tell me about the shape of the plant? Huh? Plant? What plant?
I'm thinking "is this a new modality of treatment that I am unaware of? His eyes role and again and he says "you know, it's kinda like the beef in the cattle industry" "Are you following me"? I am now becoming more embarrassed and say "no doc you lost with that one" He then began grinding his teeth, sweating profusely and has a grand mal seizure right there in front of me!Aughhhhhh, I go running out of the room like my hair is on fire and scream at the nurse "there's something really wrong with the Dr.!!!! Now mind you, I have never seen a seizure before, and I think the poor man is dying right there on the spot! None of the nurse can preform CPR. "Oh Crap" Bryon, he was in the army, he's trained in CPR, I'll get him! The whole office is panicking now as Bryon runs in and stabilizes the man. This Doctor has no history of seizures ever! The paramedics take him away.
I am now shaking, crying, and I only wanted to get my meds. I was so unprepared to witness such a event. Bryon is laughing and thinks it's one of the funnier things that he has seen in ages. Oh it gets better, the Doc has the ambulance pull over and take him to his "regular Doctor" I am still at his office while they are trying to get someone to authorize my meds so I can go home. The nurse gets my medication, but I have to back the next day to finish my intake with this man!!!!
So being the "good little patient" that I am, I return. He finishes my intake and apologizes for his "little spell" he orders blood work, and a 24 urinalysis. I can have these tests preformed at my Gp's office and have the results faxed to him. Okie dokie, off to my gp I go. This doctor wants me to have my yearly pap smear and mammogram.
A week later, my gp calls me while I'm at work. I come home, call the doc, and I am informed that I have high cholesterol. Oh good grief, another malady another pill, oh goody!
So...last Wednesday, I go to that oh so fun yearly mammogram and pap, that I lovingly refer to as "smash and probe" Now those of you women out there who have been through this process can feel my pain and also understand the humor behind this whole process.
Wow, I'm so impressed, the equipment is so modern, and state of the art. No more days of having my boob trapped in a vice! Whoopy! That wasn't so bad. They are on the phone with my old hospital that has all of my records to compair with as I am getting dressed. I am over whelmed at how well these doctors in my new home are treating me. So, off to the probing I go.
The nurses, take blood, get my weight, (we won't go there) and check my blood pressure, yeah!!! My blood pressure is now at 110/70 oh goody!! Poor Bry, he's such a trouper to sit through all of this nonsense with me. I am sitting in my new ob's office and we are discussing all of my "womanly discomforts". He wants me to have an ultra sound before my exam and this is based on what I have told him.
I go down the hall to my ultra sound, remembering the one that I had when they discovered that I was having twins....ugh, full bladder, cold jelly on the belly, and a wand that feels like your bladder will explode if they push any harder to get the desired pictures that they are trying to capture. Deep breath...hold it...exhale.... woo sah...I can do this, no problem.
"Undress from the waist down, and empty your bladder" the technician tells me. Huh? empty my bladder? Okie dokie. Technology has changed so much since I have had this procedure. They now have a tiny wand smaller than a tampon that can take pictures vagnially!! Saweeettt, this is gonna be a snap to get through! She began her "picture taking" and I am watching the screen that is on front of me. What is that I ask the tech? She calmly tells me that it is my left ovary. My left ovary looks like a piece of petrified wood! I say "wow, that doesn't look normal to me" she says "oh your doctor will read you the results" I get dressed and toddle back down the all way, pix in hand to meet with my new ob.
Bryon and I are sitting in his office when he began to tell me what they found. My left ovary is loaded with cyt's, I have developed endometriosis, I am loaded with fibroids, and my poor uterus, once the giver of life, now must be removed along with my left ovary
WHAT?!?!?!?! I am told that this can be done "laparoscopially" it is considered an out patient procedure even though I am there over night. 23 hours to be exact, baring any complications I should be able to return to work in 4 to 6 weeks following said procedure.
My surgery is scheduled for May 28the, 13 days following my trip back home to Cali. We are now planning a "say good bye to my uterus" party. And I am having a complet hysterectomy. Yep all gone, bye, bye, no more periods, no more cramps...uh oh, no more hormones either? More pills? Aughhhhhhh!!!
I still have not completely wrapped my mind around what has happened since my move here. Oh and the best part?......I haven't gotten the results from my mammogram yet
Thanx fauna for letting me vent. The people that I have met here are priceless gems in a world of coal and I could never get though all of this with a sense of humor if it were not for the people that I have met here.
) Furry and S-C-A-R-R-Y 
