Let the recovery begin! (Wow is this long)

Hi Ladies! I got home yesterday, but my computer is upstairs and I didn't venture up until bedtime. By the time I got up there, I was too exhausted to touch the keyboard.

Thank God my surgery was uneventful. Fibroid was the size of a LARGE grapefruit according to my dr, but the ovaries were fine and they got to stay. Yeah! She also said that I had a bit of adenosis (?). At least I think that's what she called it. Some problem with the walls of the uterus that she felt caused my cramping.

Anyway, the surgery was a breeze. (I don't remember anything from 7:30 am when they started my IV until I woke up un my room around dinner time.) Ironically, I was put on the maternity floor because the castle was full. Never thought I'd be there again. lol. A friend's daughter was there too and had a little girl. it was great to be on a floor where everything was happy and positive. My roomie also had a TAH. She doesn't have a computer so I told her all about this site. Her name is Wanda; please keep her in your prayers too.

But back to me.....I didn't handle the general too well. I started puking around 9:30 and again at 2:30. Then i started crying and couldn't stop. I kept saying why did I do this to myself; why didn't I just put up with it. Boy, do I hate being a crybaby and a whiner! But the nurse was great! Her name is Angel and she certainly lived up to it that night! (P.S. The crying also happened when I had my c-section 15 years ago with an epidural.) After a shot for nausea and pain I finally slept about 2 hours. Then everything was great. The pain was minimal; never above a 3. I was up and walking around with no problem. I purposefully kept the food light with the puking and all. Not too much trouble with gas.

All in all things were looking up.

The ride home was good. I rememberd my pillow for the seatbelt. Got settled on the sofa. Then my MIL made some lunch. The bottom was about to drop out. I was feeling great, hadn't puked since 3am Wed, so I thought I could handle some food. Just a little chicken soup and toast. Was I wrong! About an hour later my stomach felt like it was filling up like a balloon. I got up to walk to the bathroom and the room started spinning. I held onto the kitchen sink as all the blood drained through my feet and my hearing went and spots formed before my eves. My MIL grabbed a chair and a bucket. After what seemed like an eternity, my lunch finally came up. I sat there for a few more minutes and then my MIL helped me to the sofa. I hope I never experience that again!

My MIL had a TAH 6 years ago so she knows firsthand what I'm going through. I don't know what I'd do without her. Actually, she's come to kick me off the computer right now. I'll try and sneak back on later.

It's so good to be home!

Diane

Great to hear that you're on the mend. And it sounds like you have a great mother-in-law.

Great to have you home, shine your crown often!
Sounds like your MIL is wonderful, too! Can I borrow her lol?