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Managing Gynaecological Pain - A Guide (My Mirena Story)

Back in November 2017, I wrote about how I was on a quest to cure me of this hell I was living. The Crippling pain, Heavy bleeding & the low moods had made my life hell for decades. I wrote about how scared I was about undergoing a general anaesthetic . I neglected to write about how that felt so I will soon including the healing process. I will update this post once I do that.




Anyway I had a laparoscopy where my surgeon was able to cut away the "longest adhesions he's ever seen" and he also inserted a Mirena IUD to see if that helped my symptoms. He had a look into my womb and he didn't find any endometriosis.

The Mirena was not the right solution for me. I bled everyday from November to March. I had other side effects too not to mention my body effectively crashing at the end of March. When I had my follow up with the gynaecologist, He agreed it wasn't working although my periods were lighter, there was no point if I got no break from the bleeding. He has offered me an Endometrial Ablation.

I'm meant to have gotten the Mirena out back in march so as to give my body a break and to assess what my periods were now like without the adhesions or the hormones. If still awful, I'm meant to ring the Gynae's secretary for an appointment for the above procedure.

However, when I went to get it out the nurses couldn't find my Mirena. I had to have an ultrasound to double check it hadn't fallen out during all that bleeding. I had my ultrasound in May. It was there. It's left arm had embedded into my womb wall. It had very short strings hence why the nurses couldn't find it to take it out.

Ultrasound showing position of womb and IUD
Author : Mikael Haagstrom


Last Thursday, I finally had it out. I was nervous about the removal but no need to be. The worst bit was the speculum cranking up. Deep breaths helped and before I knew it, It was out.

I will definitely keep you all updated.




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