I was really a lot more upset than I let on in yesterday's post. I didn't just cry in the doctor's office -- I cried on the way home, and on the phone to my mom, and later when my mom came over, and before going to bed. When I woke up this morning, got out of bed, and still hurt as much as ever, I found myself at the end of my rope, and I couldn't stop crying this time.
After bawling my way through a long hot shower, I decided it was time to do something about it. If there was a physical thing to fix, I wanted to get working on it; if not, then maybe it would be time to start talking about postpartum depression. In any case, though, I didn't have a week's worth of patience left. I called the doctor's office and told them I wanted to have bloodwork and an ultrasound done today instead of next week. That involved tears too, but I think those were actually useful, since they realized what kind of shape I was in and told me to come in ASAP.
Lo and behold, turns out I have a uterus swollen full of blood. I'd stopped bleeding before I even left the hospital, and while that was different from my previous pregnancy (in which I bled for eight weeks straight), I didn't think it was anything to be concerned about. Nobody even asked me about my bleeding, so I never mentioned it to anyone. However, the doctor thinks that is very likely the root cause of the problem.
We discussed doing a D&C today, but Dr. Pro was pretty clear that she wants to avoid that if possible. It involves anesthesia and surgical risks, and would cause breastfeeding problems too, so she wanted to take one more shot at fixing it surgically. I left with a prescription for a different antibiotic, as well as one for methergine, which will cause my uterus to contract and expel all the junk. Since that's probably going to be unpleasant, I have more pain medicine too, which is good because I'd run out. We're going to try that over the weekend, and if I'm not substantially improved by Monday, we'll do a D&C then.
I already feel better just knowing that we've got a different strategy in place. I'm not the world's most patient patient, and I have just about reached the limits of my ability to cope with crap, but I can hang in there for a couple more days. The space of a weekend, with enough pain medication to be comfortable and a new Plan B in place, is an entirely different prospect from waiting an entire week just to begin investigating.