So after the results from my recent endometrial biopsy came back negative, I was quite relieved. I naively assumed that things would start to get better - not because I’d had a biopsy, but because I was on the Pill again. I figured being on the Pill would eliminate some of the more unpleasant monthly side effects I was experiencing - like cramps so bad I couldn’t walk, and a ridiculously unpredictable cycle. However, my first cycle after the biopsy was even worse than usual. I never really got a period in the technical sense. I did, however, get killer cramps that absolutely disabled me for a whole day. On top of that, something just didn’t feel right, I couldn’t explain it succinctly but something was off, way off.
So I emailed my doctor’s office and they said she was out that week, but they’d get back to me. Two weeks went by. I emailed again. This time I got a reply about an hour later (with an apology for misplacing my previous message). My doctor prescribed some antibiotics, which she instructed me to pick up at the pharmacy ASAP, and advised me that if troublesome symptoms persisted, I would need to come in to the office for a follow-up.
Hmm…antibiotics. OK, she wasn’t really clear on WHY I needed to take them, but I went ahead and took them anyway (three days of zithromax, which really fucked with my digestive tract, but whatever). I also did some more Internet research and came to the conclusion that there are two possibilities:
1. She thought that I had developed an infection as a result of the biopsy procedure, a rare but not impossible side effect.
2. She thought she had perforated my uterus during the procedure, another rare but not impossible side effect.
Neither possibility thrills me, but I took my antibiotics. I had a period not long after they were finished, and while it was still a drag, it was just slightly better than what I dealt with the month previous. So I figure, I wait for the next one and see how it goes - if my symptoms continue to improve, then I probably don’t have anything to worry about. At least not until the next wacky, abnormal test result.
Damn uterus.
