Where to start really???
I guess I start back in 2013, I was 14, I started my period at the age of 12 so I had grown to understand the ins and outs of my monthly visit from auntie red however started to get this awful pains in my belly and of course took a trip down the GP. After pushing them for a while they finally agreeed to send me for a ultra sound scan.
Okay we're going to detour for a minute to talk about my first experience of an ultrasound scan, there I am sitting in the waiting room in full school uniform with dad laughing a joking about to make time go faster and I take a moment to look around, EVERYONE in that waiting room assumed I was pregnant I knew it. It was to this day the most funny thing I've experienced because they were so unaware of what was happening inside of me- which is ironic in a way because that exactly how a lot of people view me now...
Back to this history lesson however, yes turns out I had a nasty ovarian cyst growing on leftie (poor old lefie) so next step was to get a referral to a specialist (note: the word referral haunts me now as in my world REFFERAL= AGNOSING LONG PERIOD OF WAITING) so it ended up I was missing so much school mum and dad decided we were going private (how posh) so went to see good old Dr Steir (number 1 of MANY gynaecologists I've had the pleasure to speak to) and the following week I was going under the knife.
So the big operation day arrived, got to Chesfield Hospital, shown to my room and then took my first pregnancy test (protocol and all for the procedure) but that was a funny wait with my mum and dad assuring them that the only way I would've been pregnant was by the power of god and I could be giving birth to the next Jesus.
I had to fast for this operation may I add, not a major task you may say but I will now also add that my bloods were not taken prior to the op so had to do all that whilst footless OH THE AGGONY! At this point in my journey of health. Amelia Davies was very very scared of needles- like sick dizzy cry type of scared so it took a total of 3 attempts to get my blood but finally by 10pm I went down and returned safely from the procedure. Yay! Anaesthetic is not my friend also, I was SO HUNGRY after my op but nooooooo mr anaesthetic wasn't having any food so it was straight to sleep for me.
Or sleep was what I thought would be happening, turns out in hospitals you have to be checked on, in my case every 2 HOURS!!!! So it was a sleepless night but was obviously thankful to dr stier and his team of amazing nurses who helped me but god did I consume some foood the next morning.
So Dr Stier returns in the morning to inform me that yay all went well the cyst is gone BUT and this is the biggest BUT ever. "We found some endometriosis"
And this is we're it all got pear shaped... t.b.c