I feel like I owe everyone an update, although I'm singularly un-inspired. A few days of travelling will do that to you.
We ended up at A&E on Saturday. By the time Dr Casual had spoken to my GP on-call, who had then spoken to the gynaecologist on call at the hospital, they decided I needed to be seen. So at about 1915 we headed off to the hospital. H took a book and an ipod, I just took a book. It was a long, boring evening so I'll spare you the details. Needless to say, we never saw the gynae on call, despite her having promised my GP she'd see us. We did see a very sweet junior doctor who did all the right things including swabbing for infection, taking blood, and doing an internal exam. He then made us wait while he waited for the gynae on call to come and see us. At about 2310 H decided this was ridiculous so he went to find Mr Junior, who told us that it was ok to go home and he'd send our results through to my GP. He gave us some paracetomol with codeine, which also didn't touch the pain, sadly. So that was a waste of an evening.
The one thing that H had been holding on to throughout this experience was that our local good pizza co delivers til 12 on a Saturday night. So as we walked out of the hospital at 2325 I called them. "We're closed." They said, in no uncertain terms. I tried arguing, then hung up, and burst into tears. I was inconsolable. I guess I was crying about more than the pizza (you think?). It lasted through driving home, making a cup of tea and a bowl of cereal, H going out to pick up a chicken kebab, him coming home and holding me while he watched the football highlights, and me eventually falling asleep.
Sunday morning I felt a bit better - better enough to have made muffins and done all the dishes by the time H got out of bed. They were very good muffins. The advent of wireless internet in our house has totally changed my internet habits, and probably not for the better. I spent quite a bit of Sunday going through food blogs looking for good recipes, and let's face it people, I have no self control when it comes to good food. I am now definitely overweight again and I've got to find some motivation from somewhere. Where I don't know, but it's got to come.
Since Sunday I've been doing ok, and I'm now barely bleeding. I still cry, quite a bit, but I'm not in physical pain. I'm impatient for 4 July when we see Dr Candour. I know which conference he's been at and I've been reading the abstracts. I'll do you guys a summary of the interesting nuggets when I get the chance.
Off to catch a plane.