Kommandant and I want to have a child. Since nothing has been happening I thought that I should get go to the doctor. I found a new doctor and told him what I wanted to do. He said okay and sent me to go to an ultrasound of my ovaries. The tech sent a lot of time looking at my right ovary. Since it was a tech doing the test they didn't say a thing to me and I had to make an appointment with my doctor to find anything out.
I went to the doctor and he said that he wanted me to do a CT. He said that there was a mass and he wanted to get a better idea of what it was. Maybe it was a hormone secreting tumor or it could be apart of the PCOS that they are 99.999% sure that I have. So I wait and wait and call the doctors office to see if I could schedule an appointment myself because they were taking so long; they told me I had to wait because they had to get an authorization from the insurance. (They told me when they called that they didn't need one) so I get in to do it and the gal that was the tech was really nice. As soon as I go to get dressed she told me to wait because they were having computer problems and I might have to do the test again. But they figured it out.
The results came in and the doctor sent me an email because I didn't want to waste my time and get an appointment. The email said that there was indeed a mass near my left ovary and he was going to refer me to a gynecologist to help me with my issue of a mass.
So the waiting game began again. I had to wait for the new doctors office to call me and set an appointment up. They called the next day or something like that. They had someone cancel their appointment and I got the appointment. I went and talked with the doctor and they did an examination and I have to have surgery to get the 30cm mass removed (the mass is the size of my belly.). They want to do it quickly so that it is out of me. They did a blood tests and made sure that it isn't cancerous. (It's not)
The surgery is going to be on the 16th of March. (I'm not happy because Knittech and I were suppose to spend a week in Seattle going to a concert and enjoying out time). Knittech is going to take me to the hospital and help me recover from this.
I told Mr. Boss Man and he wasn't happy because he relays on me a lot because I'm pretty much the only one that bends over backwards to help. I told my staff that I'm not going to be here for 4 weeks and I needed them to help Mr. Boss Man out. I'm afraid that they aren't going to help.
After telling Mr. Boss Man the news I went home and I drank a whole bottle of wine myself. It was not a smart idea but that's what I wanted to do.
