This post is not for the very young or weak hearted. So there's your warning. Exit now if you opposed to intimate details. Some of you are looking for the X to get this blog off your screen to exit...and then others of you....well now I'm sure I've got some of your attention..and you can't wait to read on.
I've debated whether to share this or not...but decided this is my life and something going on in it. I think you can handle it...because we all have issues as some time or another right?
Several weeks ago I had some pain. Way down yonder. With going to the bathroom, burning, you get the point. Also with sex. (But we're married so it's o.k. to talk about....all right??) So I treated it as a yeast infection...but not having one for several years I wasn't sure it even was a yeast infection. But after an over the counter 3 day treatment nothing seemed to get better. Which lead me to making an appointment with my gynecologist. After lots of questions, prodding, some samples...determining I never did have a yeast infection and ruling out other possibilities it was diagnosed as Vestibulitis. Vest-a- what????? I've never heard such a word. There's not one thing that causes this. Some conclusions have been drawn back to chronic yeast infections, changes in detergent or soap, chronic bacterial infections, etc. none of which apply to me. Vestibulitis is a condition which causes redness and pain of the vestibule. Vestibulitis is an inflammation of this skin. So here I am. Asking the Dr. what can be done. He recommends one of 2 things for me...injections or surgery. He recommended starting with injections first for 2-3 weeks. I was thinking an injection maybe of some kind of miracle cream simply inserted. Oh no. These are the kind of injections in your you-who. With a needle. Into a place that already hurts. These injections are given one week apart, and cause spotting, and bruising. And no sex during this time. It is an injection of steroids to help heal the infected area. The whole time I am thinking...really does this have to be such a big deal?? I asked the Dr. if it can just heal or go away on it's own. In his experience no. It just gets worse. Oh frights sake. Here we go.
My first injection was last Wednesday. Let me just say. It. Was. Bad! Beyond bad. Anytime your talking needles getting close to your you-who...it's bad. Not one or two...but 4 shots people. I cried like a little girl. I'm not ashamed. I have no shame left. The next set comes this coming Wednesday. To say that I'm a little anxious about the morning's activities is an understatement. We are going with just 2 sets of injections..since we have a family vacation planned that we are leaving for this Thursday. I am hoping & praying it will heal this painful area. Because well the you-who is just a place I do not want to be sore anymore.