Monday: yearly with the gynie. Going to ask her for a full pelvic exam instead of just a scrape. Also going to ask if she will order a hormone test. Because NO ONE HAS EVER DONE ONE. Also going to ask for pain meds.
Tuesday: biopsy with dermatologist. Ouch? No idea what the after effects will be. Interested in meeting this supposed super-sleuth. Hoping she looks like Bones.
Wednesday: MRI of the pelvis. Urologist doesn't expect abnormalities. Excited to get to listen to the MRI machine again. Rrrrrrrr, rrrrrrrr....
Man that looks like a fat wad of dough.
And will I be closer to knowing?
Vulvodynia says: PROBABLY NOT.
Also, before getting transferred to schedule the MRI, the urology nurse told me my diagnosis: 625.9.
What is 625.9?
Unspecified symptom associated with female genital organs
EXCUSE ME? Dear Doctor, MY SYMPTOMS ARE NOT UNSPECIFIED. OR SINGULAR.
Seriously? That is so insulting. Maybe that's why he couldn't help me out -- because he couldn't understand what, specifically, was wrong with me.
I know it's just a medical code and it's so the MRI people guide their moonbeams the right way. And actually it made me laugh, not feel insulted. I just say insulted here because that way my blog is more galvanizing.