D-Day: Cant sleep, 5 am and I am on Hystersister site. Husband thinks I am Nuts.
Need to be at "Check-In" by 7:45am. Hardest part - no Coffee.
Get to the Castle on time, it is pouring rain. DH needs a cigarette. I go in and they whisk me off into the back right away. By the time he comes in I am already dressed in Hospital gown and they are starting IV. Then everything just gets faster and faster. Anesthesiologist (?) comes in (looks like a little garden-gnome with his white full beard and helmet cap). Explains "Castle", he looks like a knight of the round table
They wheel me in the OR and make me get on "slab". Sir Gallahan says he'll let me know when he is ready to put me under, just minutes later I am in LA LA Land.
Seems like 5 minutes later (actually 2:15 hours) I am waking up in my room. Lots of faces and voices and activity, I just want to sleep. DH feeds me Ice Chips and makes my Roommate sick. (She asked me later how a "Newlywed" could deal with the loss of the ability to have children. Told her he had 22 years to get used to the idea. When you do not use any Birthcontrol for 22 years and manage to never have any Children besides trying like heck, then it because pretty clear that the "stuff" is useless in that part of life). Doc comes in and tells me he took pictures and will show them to me at my 2 week visit. Said they had to deliver a Fibroid first because otherwise the Uterus would not have fit through the incision. Fibroid was aprox. 15 inches (not centimeters - inches) long! They tried to save Ovaries but they where just covered in Endo. Bladder and Bowel affected too. So they had to clean me up and take everything.
Next day: I am waiting for the Nausea to come but nothing happens. I guess I am lucky and Morphine did not make me sick. Its out of bed for the first time after they removed the Catheter. I am bound and determined to walk and sit in chair. (Hurt after a while so I went back to bed). Up and
on a regular basis. 2nd Milestone I pass
never thought I could be so proud of this. I told everyone ( do I have no shame?). Running a little fever. It goes to 100.5 and they have to call my Doc. He tells them to give me some Tylenol and keep an eye on me.
Thursday: I wanna go home.... they say no. Still have a temp around 100.1. I figure a way to beat them at their game, sleep without covers and that "heating-pad".
Friday: Eureka!! no temp. I am out of here. They take out the staples, slap on steri-strips and bring me my chariot (wheel chair), I swear it was hard not to help wheel that thing out of the Hospital. Just leave before they change their mind. The (Drawbridge) Gate/Door opens and I get hit by our wonderful Florida Humidity. I'm freeee!!!!!
My Knight in shining amour brings our Buggy around and around 200 horses drive me home.
Now I am tired, so I climb the Stairs up to my Sleep Chambers very slowly, one at a time and get a good nap. And live happily ever after.
Now I am on day 6 post op and am feeling wonderful. (truth - a little sore at times but nothing like it used to be). Only take regular Tylenol for pain, which I can really not call pain after what it used to be like.
The waiting really is the worst and the fear of the unknown, but now that I am on the other side I have to agree: this is the best thing I could have done.
Thanks to all of you fellow sisters who where there with an open ear and a shoulder to lean on. It helped immensely.