Right – today’s news. I’ve just returned from 3 hours at the hospital. 1 laying down x-ray and 2 flamingoes later – “Yes, you are in a lot of pain, aren’t you?” said the consultant and his assistant as they tried to push my symphysis joint hard enough to feel what was going on. I cried. They continued at my request, but still couldn’t press hard enough to feel what they wanted to, so decided to stop as I was in tears and in danger of biting through my lip. Perhaps not the best outcome.
Anyway, the consultant, Mr. Mohanty, was very good.
He was honest about surgery – told me he’d done the operation around 20 times – half the time it works brilliantly, half the time not so well – and that means a patient could end up much worse, with a very immovable pelvis! Meaning, having more children would be difficult, and would definitely involve a c-section and would need a lot of discussion. (but, if I have another child, I knew I’d need a c-section anyway as my GP and gynae agree that it’s the only way for me, realistically… but that’s neither here nor there!)
He was not keen to operate on me. He says he has no idea why it works for some people and not others and, though he’s carried it out on people with my degree of misalignment and separation before – and those with a lot more separation – he hasn’t carried it out on someone as young as me. He said he felt very responsible for me and it must be extremely difficult to be so young and have this happening. He said he didn’t know how we managed to cope with daily life, I told him that I don’t really cope, which is true enough.
What happens next? He’s writing a referal for me to have a scan (CT? I think so) and then have anaesthetic injections into the symphysis joint under scan conditions (so they can see the exact area through the scan, presumably) and see if that helps. After that, I have to go back to see Mr. Mohanty and discuss my options, which depend on how the injections go.
So, that’s cheerful news! I’m being taken seriously and moving through the system some more.
It was gone 5:30 by the time we’d finished. We started with the x-rays at 3:30, so I’ve had a few hours of being well and truly prodded and poked!
Hurray? I think it went quite well.
