Current mood:

worried

Results.
Well, the doctor called with the results to the transvaginal ultrasound that I had done last Thursday. I may have an answer for part of my pain. She told me that I have a big tumor on my uterus, so tomorrow, I get to go pay the OB-Gyn a visit to find out what I do next.

I may have a reason for having so many miscarriages now. Apparently, one of my ovaries is malformed? I can't remember what the exact term for it is, but it was news to me. Anyway, she said it was "normal and no reason to worry about that".

She also said she's pretty sure that I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome...for which nothing can be done except watching that I get enough fiber in my diet. My mom thinks I also have diverticulitis (she was just diagnosed with it and IBS, and it seems to run in my family).

I really don't want to go through another surgery, but I may have no other choice to rid myself of this pain. Dammit, I hope this takes care of it because ever since the woman shoved that wand-like instrument up me, I've been hurting like crazy and bleeding some.

Heh, tumor. In my mom's family, this is usually a precursor to cancer.

One good thing I almost forgot. A few months ago, Jeremy and I heard this song on a local station (94.9/The Sound; they stream online, too, and they're the best station I've ever listened to, playing obscure stuff mixed in with new and old rock hits). For a long time, we thought it sounded like Sting (or The Police). Well, I finally caught the name of the band and the song today, and I'll be damned...it's a band fronted by Sting's son called Fiction Plane. The name of the song is Two Sisters.

Got the album. It's pretty solid. If you like Sting or The Police, you should give this band a listen.