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Managing Gynaecological Pain - a guide

Without delving into too much health history, I wanted to share my experience of managing gynaecological pain. I wanted to do that for a few reasons. 1) I like to share, in case my experience helps you with yours 2) I’m fucking scared I’m not a wuss by any stretch of the imagination. In fact I’ve put up with this awful condition for 20 years. Now I guess I’ve been chasing down a label for what I’ve been dealing with the entire time.

Back on the mainland, the head gynaecologist told me I had Adenomyosis & he couldn’t take Endometriosis off the table either. Ever since I was 14, I’ve been on a variety of pharmaceuticals to control my menstrual symptoms. I’ve also tried the natural path basically I’ve done it all. I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone is different & different combos work for each individual. When one of my meds’ stopped working, after 3 years, my pain returned. I’ve gotten to the point where I know it’s there, I just carry on until I possibly couldn’t (read stuck in bed) once I went into work, and I had to lie on the floor in my office in between answering the doors. I got so fed up that I researched getting a hysterectomy.

 I requested one from the gynaecologist. I think seeing that I’m not yet 30, & being deathly serious about wanting one meant they understood how much this impacts my life. So although this condition has lived with me all my life, I’ve never had an invasive surgery in relation to it. I’ve had tons of bloods, scans, I’ve kept countless diaries & spoken to various specialists.

But I’ve never been put under to actually have a look before. So that’s the backstory. I’m now A few days from my surgery and I’m shitting myself. To be continued...


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