get well

I was FINE yesterday…I’ve been fine for days. I’d gone to bed when I was tired and that’s it. Until last night. I felt like something the cat dragged around.

Today, I kept waiting for the day to “get going” and it didn’t, it just wore on and on and….

Ok. I’m well, but not up to my normal self, just yet.

Pfui!

jkd

the surgeon ALSO said that I had a 2nd cyst, on my fallopian tube.

When they tested, all of it, the ovarian cyst, the fallopian cyst, the fluid in the tube and a sample of my overall general body fluids were benign!

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that my incision is healing well, which I expected.

But that I still shouldn’t drive a car for another few weeks, which I didn’t. Apparently, what I have to worry about now is overdoing it, which can give me a hernia. So no moving boxes from point a to point b and no driving!

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so they came off after my shower.

It’s amazing to me how much effort it takes to carry even 10 lbs of extra weight around. (It pulls the stitches!) If ever I had an incentive to lose weight, this is it! The only place that hurts regularly is where my belly fat is. I’m not hugely fat or anything.

I weigh 11 lbs less than I did when they told me I had borderline high blood pressure, around 123. I haven’t weighed this little in about 10 years. The stitches would like me to be about 115, what I weighed in high school (or to at least have no belly fat).

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DH and I were making dinner downstairs. I put two potatoes on the cutting board and had the basket where they’re stored in my hand, the two potatoes rolled off the cutting board. And I tried to catch them, in the process I hit myself in the belly, just hitting the incision with the metal basket. The potatoes hit the ground and I started giving myself hell for not remembering how fragile I am. DH didn’t get it until I just left the kitchen, “Are you ok?”

“No. I hit the incision with the potato basket.”
“Oh shit.”
etc.

I came up to bed. He brought me dinner.

I just have to remember to treat myself like glass, not something I usually am good at! I need to just slow down and be care full.

Sigh. I’m too used to running to try and keep up, I just do not do mindfulness very well. It’s a skill I need to work on.

I’m ok, but it DID hurt!

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been dizzy all day, got sick, blood sugar and maybe blood pressure crashed. Not fun.

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The human body performs many functions. At this point, I really resent women who had children. There are piles of booklets/books, etc. about what is normal to expect after pregnancy, but not this. I even found a support group for hysterectomy survivors, but that’s not what I had either….

Sigh.

It’d be nice if they could give you a url, a booklet, something about what’s normal, what isn’t and when you should be alarmed, or not.

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barring complications.

Hopefully, I’ll be all set!

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Yesterday I did a 10 minute phone interview with a nurse as a part of the pre-op.

Then I drove to the clinic and we talked some more. She tried to get the anestheaologist to talk to me, but they had an emergency. She DID document my concerns and tell me the order things will happen next Friday.

I got an EKG, which at least preliminarily seemed to be ok, a chest xray, and more blood work.

Next week, effectively around noon on Thursday, this whole thing starts. That’s when I have to take the 1st bottle of damnable stuff that makes me gag. Sometime before 2 that day, I call the hospital and find out when I’m supposed to be there on Friday.

The preop nurse talked to me about what will happen once I get to the hospital on Friday and at least preliminarily will be there to answer questions and help me out. It will be nice to have a familiar face. She assured me that I can get a chance then to talk to the anestheseologist. Also, I can have DH along.

DH is covering for someone else who’s on vacation. Their major customer is a customer that is used to having rather instant service from DH’s company. They wanted him to go down every day next week and he said no. He has his own customers to deal with on Monday (something he does every week) and I’m in surgery on Friday, so he may go down there Tues-Thurs next week, but not otherwise.

I have a counselor appt. and a full-body massage on Thursday aside from emptying my colon and getting told when I actually get to the hospital. It’d be nice if they could tell you more than one day in advance when you’re supposed to be at the hospital. Why add to the stress? But they didn’t ask me, and if they do, I’ll tell ‘em so!

I’d really like DH with me on Thursday too, but that is apparently not going to happen, alas. If there wasn’t a customer (or 2) breathing down his neck for one thing or the other, I know his boss would let him go, but as it is—no.

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something else seems to show up.

This time it was the last thing in that manila envelope of stuff I had to read. It’s a “Advance Care Planning Guide.” I thought it would be tips of things you could do to make your recovery easier and/or faster.

No.

It’s planning for what happens if you’re unable to voice your own choices or die.

For all that this is supposed to be a fairly routine procedure, I keep having the “you could DIE from this” card shoved down my throat. It makes the alternative, probably dying of cancer sometime in the future from the cyst running amok, look not so bad! At least then I wouldn’t have a group of people telling me over and over and over again that it’s possible things can go awry (like I didn’t know this?) and if they do, btw, it could kill you or maim you or make you a vegetable.

Somehow, I liked the “better living through science” approach a lot better! It certainly was easier to deal with.

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