One positive thing did happen. I went in last Tuesday (the 15th) and had surgery to remove a tumor that was growing on my right ovary and then also have blockage removed from my fallopian tubes. I was sooo nervous. It wasn't even a big surgery. Just laproscopic, but it was still surgery. I think it was because I had heard so many bad things about the carbon dioxide they fill the stomach up with to better see your organs. I had some people tell me it was worse than child birth and others tell me it felt like they were having a heart attack when it was leaving the body. That an the IV.....I HATE needles!
Well, Tuesday rolled around and I had to be at that hospital at noon to register. After registering they took me back so I could strip and put on the sexy hospital gown and then start the IV. The IV wasn't actually bad....they inject solution in the hand before (with a tiny needle) to numb it. Awesome! Not so awesome....I had to sit, well, lay, in the pre-op room for almost two hours before we went back. I looked at the clock when they finally rolled me into the OR and it was almost 3:30. Next thing I remember was waking up in post-op and then finally REALLY waking up in the recovery room. They had me sit in a chair and I was soooo nauseated. Plus they couldn't keep my oxygen levels up. Needles to say I was in recovery until about 8:30 that night. They close recovery at 10 pm, so if I hadn't been able to keep my oxygen up and my nausea levels down at that point, I would have been admitted. I SOOO didn't want to be admitted. I was never so glad to get home in my life!
I was feeling pretty good Tuesday night and didn't know what people were talking about. Gas? No problem! Pain? Ehh...not too bad! Especially considering I had three incisions. That was, until I got up Wednesday. I have NEVER felt more pain in my entire life. It hurt to stand, it hurt to sit, it hurt to move. I COULD NOT lay down because the pain was unbearable. I didn't sleep for about four nights straight. I had a mini break down on Thursday night. Poor Bubs. I think it was a combo of the pain, nausea and no sleep. I just started crying which was a mistake because that made the pain even worse. He felt so helpless. But, I finally was able to get some sleep last night, the incisions are painful but nothing Advil can't take care of, and my shoulders are good. I still have some pain in my rib cage, but I'm not sure if that's from the gas or a combo of the gas and where they took out the tumor.
So, fingers crossed this might make a difference in the fertility battle. I'm not sure. I just know due to the size of the tumor (which was a lot bigger than even the doctor had realized) it hurt during my periods. The bubs was great. He took off some time from work and would not let me lift a finger. He's such a cutie and such a good husband. I'm so thankful and blessed to have him in my life. Now, it's back to the real life and getting my house back in order. It looks like a tornado hit it! :)
