Phew

Yesterday I had my implanon rod taken out (for those that don't know what I'm on about, an implanon rod is a contraceptive which is inserted in ones arm via a bloody big needle [after a local anaesthetic of course] and lasts for 3 years). This was the removal of my second rod, making it my 4th local anaethetic injection. Oh, and I'm a great big sook about needles - I've never had a blood test in my life or anything. In fact, before I started using implanon, the only needles I'd had were immunisation ones throughout school.

I hate injections. I hate doctor's waiting rooms. In fact, I get panic attacks. Sometimes pretty nasty ones. So since James is at work, my dear MIL came with me to distract me and hold me hand. I was a bit shaky in the waiting room, then the nurse called me into the little procedure room (I don't know what its real name was). As soon as the door was shut, I burst into tears. Now, being a country town-er, we have a fairly small medical practise, and everyone knows everyone, and the doctors can just about remember everyone's history without looking it up, so my faithful wonderful doctor has seen all my previous panic attacks and knows how to deal with me. So anyway, my lovely MIL was playing her part perfectly, and I was doing my best not to let panic take over, but as soon as I felt that needle go in my arm, I just sobbed like a baby cos I knew when he started pushing the anaesthetic in, it would start to hurt LOTS... But, I think I must be either gaining a higher pain threshold as I age, or I'm just getting better at the whole process, cos I felt him dig around a little bit and push anaesthetic in, and I squeezed my MIL's hand tight and said "ow" quite a bit, but then it was over and I made everyone laugh by saying "oh... is that all?". However, I'm always a bit scared the anaesthetic won't work, so my doctor checks it for me before slicing me open. This time though, he couldn't grab the end of the implant and had to dig around a bit, and then the nurse pushed my arm muscle about to try and make it easier for him, and my MIL said to me afterwards that I'd have a sore arm today - she also said she hated watching it, which is weird because she's a cancer survivor so it no stranger to medical stuff and always watches what is done to her (such as needles going in etc) but she didn't like watching it happen to me. But she's wonderful and I love her and I have a sore arm.

I was glued up, but I went for a run this morning (yay for me!) and part of the glue caught on my sleeve which made me rip open my top to see what the hell was making my arm hurt all of a sudden, so no more glue, but it'll leave me with a scar (which doesn't bother me - probably would have left a scar anyway!). So now I'm on the pill - Yasmin. Not too sure about it. Like, I'm pretty sure I'm not ready to get pregnant just yet (I panic about a freakin local anaesthetic for crying out loud!), but I'm still worried that it'll somehow effect my fertility and make things harder for when we do decide to have a baby. I hated having to take my first pill today. Don't know why, but I really felt bad when I did it. I guess perhaps its just a new adjustment for me and I'll be ok after a few days... Right now I have to concentrate on getting/staying healthy cos we both want me to be as healthy as I can be when I do get pregnant for all the obvious reasons. I swear I've put on about 20kgs while using implanon - I told that to my doctor yesterday and he said that was a bit weird to put on so much, but I've looked at a few forums on the topic and it seems like I'm not alone. I haven't had a period in almost 3 years, but I've stacked on the weight. If I'd known this was going to happen, I don't think I would have used implanon. Oh, and another thing about Yasmin - its friggin expensive!!! $80 for a 3 month supply! My implanon cost me $20 for 3 years! But, I used James's account to pay for the pill hehe :)