Poop Soup

Yep, bowel prep is as awful as I thought it would be. I even went mostly liquid yesterday to help. It's so hard to drink THAT much liquid. Gotta run

Irony

Just picked up a few more supplies for the big day. Baby wipes, A&D Ointment, children's Tylenol. I find it ironic that I'm getting baby stuff to prepare for end of my baby producing days. 

Bowel Prep

Gotta say, when the hospital admin staff first mentioned "bowel prep" I was afraid I knew what she meant. I'd heard the tales from my parents about their bowel preps for colonoscopies. But since this is surgery, not a bowel exam, I held out hope that I was wrong. 

I got the instructions from my doctor yesterday. It's the same wretched experience that they went through. Oh no!  This is NOT going to be pleasant. 

A couple people told me to go to a liquid diet before the day of bowel prep to make things a little easier. So yesterday we went to the store to get our supplies. Magnesium citrate (the evil substance responsible for my impending doom); tucks wipes and baby wipes (instead of toilet paper); various flavors of broth (looking forward to trying chile lime), more beverages than I will ever be able to consume; and jello and popsicles - my reward for enduring this mess.  

I also picked up eggs, oatmeal (thinking it was filling and smooth) and kefir (good digestive bacteria) but it turns out, after more research, that I should avoid high fiber foods, nuts, and dairy. So I'll have those things Monday and Tuesday (when I'm starving and can still do something about it) and go pure liquid Wednesday and Thursday. 

One small problem with Monday. It's Labor Day. That means BBQ.  Dad just set up his new BBQ. It's the first time my parents have been back in eight years for a Labor Day BBQ. So I'm eating it. And I will love it. Then I will pay for it.  Hopefully going liquids on Tuesday through Thursday will make up for it. 

We'll see. 

Losing Control

A lady I work with casually mentioned bladder leakage as a result of menopause.  I thought she was joking.  Turns out it is a very common concern.  Apparently, the decrease in estrogen results in an increase in incontinence.  And it's not just when you sneeze.  You can dribble for no reason at all.  Eegads! What am I getting myself into?

A blog I just found http://friendfortheride.wordpress.com/ had an interesting article on Incontinence Panties.  These aren't your grandma's pee pads.  These are reusable, washable panties with built in moisture absorption and odor control.  They are made with antimicrobial fibers, look like real panties and come in a variety of styles, including lacy.  Fascinating! 

They are a great alternative to disposable adult pads.  I remember my last trip to see my grandma before she passed away.  She was spending a fortune on Depends.  Sure they worked, but not for her limited finances.  These would have been wonderful for her.

Watch this video for more info on the panties:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fxm_tbOtG-s&feature=player_embedded&autoplay=1&autoplay=1&rel=0

Go to this site for more info or to order:
http://www.weareverincontinence.com/incontinence-panties/

I need to remember this when the time comes. 

Is this what I have to look forward to?

This is me...

Last Christmas, after two full months of progressively worsening vaginal bleeding and clotting, I finally went to see a doctor.  Why did I wait so long? Who knows.  Stupidity.  Stubbornness. Fear.  Finances. 

My doctor was very concerned about the bleeding and scheduled a hysteroscopy two days later.  What is a hysteroscopy, you ask.   Basically, spelunking in my uterus, searching for buried treasures.  She removed quite a few benign polyps which were the source of my never-ending period.  Ahhh, my troubles were finally over. 

Or so I thought.  As part of the exam process, my doctor requested an ultrasound of my ovaries and uterus.  I had heard of this thing called a trans-vaginal ultrasound but didn’t quite understand that I was about to violated in my innermost being. 

The ultrasound revealed an enlarged left ovary.  The doctor wasn’t overly concerned but had me come back every three months to make sure it wasn’t growing or changing.  That’s right, every three months for the past year, I voluntarily submitted to a body cavity search. 

During the ultrasounds, I was fascinated to watch the screen and try to make out the parts.  I had a great tech who was very patient with all my questions and helped me understand what I was seeing.  Last week, when I was I noticed a change in the image, she calmly assured me that it was a cyst and my doctor would discuss it further with me.

My doctor expressed concern over the change and suggested we remove the ovary.  Given my history last year, as well as the fact that I am getting closer and closer to menopause, we decided to remove both ovaries and my uterus.  So now I am scheduled for surgery in two weeks. 

During our research, my daughter found the term “surgical menopause”.  I discovered that upon removal of the ovaries, I will be thrust into menopause.  Immediately.  No gradual change.  No time to adapt.  Just hot flashes and mood swings.   

This blog is a place for me to keep track of the experience.  Hopefully I will vent my emotions here instead of taking it out on my family.  I have a friend who has already offered her guest room to my daughter when she needs a break from me.

So this is me facing menopause – cold turkey.