I get my MRI done (and if you haven't tried it, I HIGHLY recommend having one, as they are oh so pleasant and comfortable, and the people really, really give a shit if your arms are falling asleep).
Yes, they see the mass, no they can't tell me about it. My OB/GYN has told me that if I get the pain again, I am to call his office, no matter the time or day, and leave a message. The week following my MRI, I get the pain. It's about 5 am, I take some of the left over meds, and try to ride it out until the office opens. The medication (Lortab) did not help. I finally cave and call his answering service at 0630. The very helpful "nurse" tells me she doesn't know why I'm calling there, because there's nothing she can do for me. "Page the doctor, please" I ask her, and her response "I'm looking at his office schedule and he's got nothing available, so just go to the ER".
I have to call Phil, who lives about 30 miles from me, and ask him to come get me, and drive me to the hospital. Thank God this man loves me. I call in to work, and get ready to spend another day in the ER. An internal exam, CAT Scan, and ANOTHER internal sonogram (we're up to 3 of those) later, the doctor thinks it's kidney stones. I said "it is NOT kidney stones, this is an ongoing issue for me, I just had a pelvic MRI last week" Doc leaves room. Doc locates and views MRI. Doc comes back to room and asks me if I have ever been pregnant/do I have children. The answer is no. I begin to feel a little panicky. I ask "WHY?" He tells me that from looking at the MRI, my uterus seems to be formed "incorrectly", and asks me what my GYN plans to do about it. "I don't know," I say, "he has not talked to me about the MRI, yet" The ER Doc then refuses to discuss it further.
I am again loaded up with pain meds, and sent home. I am told to call my OB/GYN immediately.
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