After been told that I could not have children, for my mental health I decided to take my control back and make it my own choice. I was offered a marina coil and went and had it fitted. When the coil was only 3 week old I developed chronic pain in my abdomen and was taken to A&E. It was a suspected kidney infection. I was to return to have scans as an outpatient.
By the time I returned for scans the pain had intensified and I began bleeding heavily. I had the scan and then went to see the gynaecologist. She said I could go home with tablets to slow the bleeding. I asked about my scan results and she said she would go have a look at the scan. She returned and said that the coil has moved and she needed to take it out. ( I was confused as to why she was going to discharge me without looking at the scan!) she then asked to see the severity of the bleeding. That's when she panicked I was bleeding all over the bed and onto the floor. From then it was a like a whirlwind had taken over my body. When she went to take out my coil, I had delivered it into my birth canal. It was like taking a plug out. My blood was being taken to be cross matched ready for a transfusion. By the time I was going home that evening with tablets to slow the bleeding and narrowly escaping the transfusion. I thought that it was the end of that.
At home the pain continued as did the bleeding. I then lost the ability to empty my bladder. Back to A&E and catheterised. At 23 year old I felt horrible and disgusting to have to carry around a bag of urine. They sent me home catheterised.
At home I began to see blood in my catheter bag. I went to see a urologist as an outpatient and he didn't want to remove the catheter in case I went back into retention.
At home nothing improved I was being sick and developed a bruising rash on my feet. My husband made the choice to take me back to hospital.
Here, I was diagnosed with septicaemia caused by endometriosis. I stayed in hospital being pumped full of antibiotics through a drip and orally.
That brings me up to date. Next Thursday I go in for an exploratory operation. I am still vomiting and still passing blood in my urine. I have all my toes and both feet thankfully! I'm still bruising under the skin as my body tries to expel all of the infection with the help of 3 different antibiotics. I am slowly regaining my energy and hoping next week is the end of it.
As you can imagine it has affected my mental health , but I am maintaining at an early crisis stage and keeping myself there. As long as I continue to be this strong I'm hoping to stay stable enough to get through each day. All I wanted was to feel in control of my own fertility and choices and now even that has been taken away. It's been rough for me and my family but I will get better and stronger !