See, I told you... Rubbish!
Oh, for fuck's sake.
So they said we could do drugs or operations or nothing, and we decided to do drugs, but then my body beat us to it so we decided not to do drugs after all, except that my womb was having a good old larf and took the opportunity to shut down and do absolutely fuck all for a week or so, so we plumped for the drugs option again, and stuffed me full of this-actols and that-exes and the-other-ums but STILL nothing happened and now here I am...
Here I am. Having had contractions all day and nurses examining every squirt, splodge or gromit that issued forth from my nether regions, no matter how smelly or vile, but none of it NONE of it has been blood or guts or womb linings, and they say it'll probably happen over the weekend but the contractions stopped hours ago and I just know that next Friday when they scan me again they'll tell me it's STILL not over, and after over three weeks of blood and gore and pain they're going to tell me that it was all for nothing and I'll have to have a fucking D&C* which is what I was trying to avoid all along and may as well have had in the first place.
Or not.
I mean, this may well be what is known in the trade as A Catastrophic Thought, or Several Disastrous And Utterly Paranoid Ramblings, but, well, you know.
Pah.
*Surgical procedure. Apparently quick and simple, but many risks involved.
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So they said we could do drugs or operations or nothing, and we decided to do drugs, but then my body beat us to it so we decided not to do drugs after all, except that my womb was having a good old larf and took the opportunity to shut down and do absolutely fuck all for a week or so, so we plumped for the drugs option again, and stuffed me full of this-actols and that-exes and the-other-ums but STILL nothing happened and now here I am...
Here I am. Having had contractions all day and nurses examining every squirt, splodge or gromit that issued forth from my nether regions, no matter how smelly or vile, but none of it NONE of it has been blood or guts or womb linings, and they say it'll probably happen over the weekend but the contractions stopped hours ago and I just know that next Friday when they scan me again they'll tell me it's STILL not over, and after over three weeks of blood and gore and pain they're going to tell me that it was all for nothing and I'll have to have a fucking D&C* which is what I was trying to avoid all along and may as well have had in the first place.
Or not.
I mean, this may well be what is known in the trade as A Catastrophic Thought, or Several Disastrous And Utterly Paranoid Ramblings, but, well, you know.
Pah.
*Surgical procedure. Apparently quick and simple, but many risks involved.
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Labels: Miscarriage, Philosophisering
6 Comments:
That sucks. Here's hoping for the weekend, honey.
Oh Clare... all love and hugs from this corner of t'internet.
Hi Clare
These days a d & c is usually a vacuum procedure as I understand it (not being a medic)and not the sort of risk it used to be.
I'm not very good at comforting, despite years of experience, but I do know that you can't start to move on till it's over.
atb
Yes Chairwoman, I'm coming round to that way of thinking.
The problem with the way they present these things is that they just give you a big list of the risks associated with each option. And D&C has a bigger list of risks. According to official NHS pamphlets, you risk various nasties such as perforation of the something-or-other. I can't remember what might get perforated, but I prefer my internal bits and bobs not to have holes in unless they're supposed to.
The problem is, they don't give you any statistics. I'm guessing the risks are actually very small, but they don't tell you that: just that they exist.
I'm also probably exaggeratedly fond of letting my body do its own thing. I think strong intervention may have been the better option in this case. But that's with hindsight. At the time, it seemed like the decisions we were making were correct. In the case of Friday's admittance to hospital, they did give us statistics: A four per cent chance of failure. We thought they were pretty good odds. But it seems I'm probably in the 4%. Bugger.
Thanks for all the hugs, everyone.
i ended up having to have a d'n'c in almost identical circumstances, except i didn't do the drugs approach, just sort of hoped it would all resolve itself with falling hormone levels. it didn't, so i had the op. being on a women's surgical ward wasn't much fun, but at least it was over once it was over.
thinking of you lots and lots
xxx
Oh dear! That's really pants.
I've had a D&C (not for a miscarriage) and I'm down for another in a few months. I can't tell you what they did because I was thankfully unconscious, but I just checked my leaflet and the risk of serious complications is 1/1000 to 1/100.
Non-serious complications like infection are a bit more common, but the whole "oh shit, we made a hole where there shouldn't be one" scenario is 1% or less.
It was still a couple of weeks of bleeding / cramping / no sex / no tampons blah blah afterwards, but you're a whizz at that by now I'm sure!
Good luck. You can borrow one of my special jumpers to give you a cuddle when you come round. It doesn't quite make cups of tea, but it would probably try.
Sx
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