Take my Fibroids, please!

I went to see a radiologist yesterday about fibroid embolization. I was lucky to even get the consultation as soon as I did. It's often really difficult to see a specialist in BC in less than 6 weeks. I had to have an ultrasound first and I drank the prerequisite 4 8oz. glass of water. Which was probably a mistake for me. There's a reason I don't drink a lot of water in a short amount of time. I bloat up like a whale and can't hold it. I can barely get through a 45 minute walk through the park with my dog. I was really uncomfortable during the procedure and by the time I was done, the technician was trying to explain something to me and give me some papers to fill out, I couldn't even hear her. I left and gingerly walked past the waiting room to the washroom. Holy crap!

Anyways, then I went to see the doctor to see what he had to say about my situation. He first asked if I had considered a hysterectomy. Why is it that doctors throw the word around like it's a panacea for a woman's troubles? I asked if he would like his balls removed. He laughed, but I hope he got my point. If I have a choice about whether to have major surgery that increases my chance of having an emergency hysterectomy or a non invasive procedure which has fewer risks, I'll take the latter, thank you very much. He did caution me that though I was a good candidate for the procedure, my bladder problems might not lessen. Women "my age" have those problems. Really. Hey, pass me the Depends please. My least favourite phrase, "a woman your age" was used as well. The next time I hear that phrase from a medical professional, I vow stop them mid sentence and warn them that it makes me hostile and prone to violence.

So I told him to put my name on the waiting list. Yes, that's right. Waiting list. Welcome to BC. Could be waiting 4 months. Then I went for another pee. I betcha the surgery list is shorter. Mmmm. We'll see. And another pee.