So I had my LAVH/BSO a little over 5 months ago. Although there were some complications post op and I spotted for what felt like forever things have been going pretty well. Sex is actually enjoyable (yippee!!) no more bleeding or checking the panties and TP ever time I go to make sure I don't need to grab a pad/ change a tampon.. well if you are reading this odds are you know what I mean. I should have known it was too good to be true. Now that being said, I wouldn't change a thing. I FEEL better than I have in years. I was basically in pain from the day I started my mensys. Now on to the bad.
Post-Op I couldn't pee. I don't mean like it hurt I mean I had a foley cath in and wasn't producing any urine. Come to find out I lost a fair amount of blood and had some trauma to the bladder. (well duh) eventually I started peeing again and didn't worry about it anymore, except, I did. I starting having accidents where I would pee with out warning. Any temperature change, lol, or cough had me crossing my legs and praying . I grabbed some panty liners and upped the kegels, no biggie, I survived childbirth three times, Kegel and I are old friends. Except, I was waking to go pee in the middle of the night, and sometimes I had to pee so suddenly and so badly that my potty training 2 yo daughter wound up sitting between my legs so I could pee and she could "try". Don't judge me! It was that or the shower..... I started to gain weight, 30# in 3 months! and my legs swelled. Pitting edema and I got reacquainted. Yesterday I swallowed my pride and went to the doctors. I was dx with voiding dysfunction and sent to a specialist. Today I did something I had hoped to never do. I logged back on and clicked the road less traveled tab. I guess my journey here isn't over yet but I sure am glad I have hystersisers for support!

PPU appointment in the morning. Paperwork is sitting neatly in a folder ready to go. Nerves are in overdrive and I would like to cry. I have been obscenely short with the minions and was so distracted while cooking I burned my finger. 0500 work call so I am going to try and sleep now. I hope it comes quickly.

I found this site at the end of July. About two days later I decided that I would join on August 1st. The 20th seemed so far away then. Now it is a week away. I am starting to freak out about how quickly everything is happening. This time next week I will probably be writing about how badly I am freaking out for the morning. One week surgery, a one month recovery, go back to work, go TDY, come back clear and move to America. The next few moths are going to fly by. I hope everything goes smoothly and according to plan. Then again it's the Army so I know it won't. I just want to hide.

S my 30th Birthday has come and gone as well as what was hopefully my last CQ shift. 10 days left until surgery. I am getting very very nervous. We have a long weekend for work and then a week of field problem and doctor's appointments. My PPU appointment is the 15th. I need to remember to ask about when to stop taking the norethindrone and about taking zoloft and sleep meds the night before. Right now I am just hoping I don't have to work the day before. C'est la vie. Nerves need to just go away. I am going back t watching the Lorax now.

I feel like everything is such a mess. It was decided that we would do a hysterectomy about two weeks ago. I am slowly adjusting to the idea. My pre-op is scheduled for this friday August 3rd although my proceedure isn't scheduled until the 20th.
In the mean time Jordan is having issues with his asthma and Gabe has pneumonia... again. Now they are talking about some scary possibilities when it comes to his health. Even Miri is starting to develope a cough and Justin and I are both just holding our breath.
I am sure I will I have more to write later. For now it is back to work.