Even though I'm putting this out into the world wide web, it's not something I'm going to link to via my reading corner blog or my try stuff blog or anything like that. I just needed a place to jot it down as I go. I should've done it before my surgery, but honestly, my mind has been kind of shut down about this whole thing. I've been functioning one step at a time. One bit of news at a time. Day by day.
So I decided I needed a place to just jot it down. Yeah, I know, public forum and all. And it's truly a private matter. And it's connected to my G+ because you just can't seem to disconnect anything in this world. I'm okay with that. It's mainly for me. But everyone I know and love knows, so it's okay if they stumble across this, too.
And with that it begins.
So in November or so I had some stomach cramping and diarrhea. When I wiped, I noticed some blood on my tissue. Didn't think much of it. Having had constipation before and then a tear or whatever after really hard stool, it happens.
But it continued off and on for about a month. Finally, after a third month in a row of a yeast infection, something new and fun I've never experienced before, I made a doctor's appointment. Well, I asked my dad to make one for me due to my work hours and job. When dad told me he got me in the next day and that they said the anal bleeding was probably a hemorrhoid, I remember telling him, "Why did you tell them THAT? I was going in for a yeast infection!"
I went to the doctor who ordered a colonoscopy. I asked if that was really necessary given my age.
"Well, sure, it could just be a hemorrhoid. But what if it isn't? And then it becomes worse? Better safe than sorry!"
And so, I was scheduled for a colonscopy in February. It was in January, but we had a huge blizzard and so I had to reschedule. Eh, no big deal, I thought. This is just to be safe anyway.