Hospital shmospital

[ailbhe]

I saw the colo-rectal guy who says that the pain I'm in is due to scar tissue and he thinks I should see a painspecialist. I said fine, but I'm also going to see the gynaecologist. He said well wait until then to see the pain specialist. I said no, I'd rather do everything now please, in case the gynaecologist can't think of anything other than a pain specialist either.

Basically, there's the rectocele, which is about all that's keeping me continent since my muscles are lousy, and there's a huge raft of scar tissue where the perineal body ought to be, and some holes in the vaginal wall with a wodge of scar tissue, and then some more scar tissue, just for luck. He couldn't tell us how much scar tissue there was or how far around the various passages it extended; I'm hoping the gynaecologist will be better able to guage that, it being his, ah, area of expertise.

So now we wait 40 days and 40 nights. Well, 39. But it looks like surgery really is too much to hope for.

I really don't want to settle for this. What's the word for the surgery people get to have prettier vulvas? Because I'm certain there's a way to fix this. Can't they take some flesh from somewhere else? There's lots of wobbly squishy fless on my belly these days; I'm not using it.

I need to compose an email to the patient advocacy people. I'm likely to make a formal complaint in the near future, I think. If I can work out what the hell happened; the fact that my notes from the birth contain deviations from the accurate truth won't help.