3 posts tagged “lavh”

You'll find super glue in your pubic hair.

I'm still not sure how I feel about my husband taking a photo of me after I finally got out of the recovery room. I think I flipped him off before making the "V" for victory sign he asked for.  Monday is still foggy, although any thinking is fuzzy right now anyway.

Mom and my hubby-love waited for me in my room while I was stuck in the recovery room.  That's always fun because Steve is somewhat uncomfortable around my family, and he was already cranky because he had to have me to the hospital at 5:30am.  Once I was able to pay attention to what was going on around me--through the fog of the morphine substitute--I sent Steve home for a nap while my Mom stayed with me.  I hadn't really thought about how comforting it would be to have someone I trust sitting there while I floated around in the mist.

I tried to sleep, but it was difficult to do between the pain, the machines, and that damn catheter. The nurses were patient with me, which was nice.  Mom went home after rush hour traffic was over.  Dinner was a cup of beef broth that was so salty that I only managed to get down two spoonfuls before giving up.  The strawberry jello made me sick, so that was it for dinner.  They gave me three different types of medicine before they were able to get rid of the nausea, and it took a while because they had to get permission for each kind based on the meds they had given me before. 

Steve came back around 7 pm and sat with me while I tried to sleep.  He also brought me my iBook so I could enjoy the free wireless.  I enjoyed listening to him as he talked to his friends on the phone.  He had me talk to Helen for a little while, but it was difficult to concentrate on making sense. I dozed on and off while he was there.  I remember him asking the nurse about why I couldn't sleep longer than a few minutes at a time and she said that it was normal.  Before he left, Steve helped me stand up so I could move around for a few minutes.  My nurse Sara helped out, but I was too groggy to go more than a few steps anyway.

After hubby-love left, I was able to sleep for a few hours before I woke up in the middle of the night.  That was it for sleep for the rest of the day.

From October to February, I've been trying to find out what was wrong with my reproductive system (bleeding for half of the month, excruciating cramps during the period, and lots of bloody clots).  By the end of December I learned that I had fibroid tumors, but that was supposedly not something to worry about unless I had symptoms.  As it was tolerable, I was willing to ignore it.  Before I changed doctors and insurance companies, my doctor told me that I also needed to have someone take a look as the walls of my uterus, as they were too thick.  I ignored that advice once I found out that I was cancer free, because that was all I was worried on at the time.