I don't know that any guys actually read this blog, but if they do, just wanted to warn you. This post may contain more information than you'd care to know. Not that I care if you DO read it, just warning you.
With that said, I'm on a countdown to my surgery date. Next Tuesday, very early in the morning, I'm having a hysterectomy. Way back in December I had my first ever surgery, a d&c and a laparoscopy, to see why I was having so many um...female problems. It was an outpatient procedure and I was home a few hours after the surgery. No big deal. This time is going to be a bit different. The surgery is in a hospital and I have to stay! Overnight. Not sure how I feel about that. What the doctor found in Dec. was that my uterus was in pretty bad shape. Endometriosis, enlarged, and a hole that should not be there. Since we are beyond done having children, the best option to live pain and complication free is to take it out. So out it shall come.
I've done the research, talked to other women who've had this done, and prayed about it. I'm ok with all of this. That doesn't mean I don't have the normal "oh my goodness, what is this going to be like?" thoughts. Today I went to the hospital where I'll be having the surgery to have some blood drawn. I pulled up and was kind of surprised. It looked like the outside of a mall or a hotel. They even have valet parking! I parked my own car though. Valet parking makes me feel all snooty or helpless, and I'm not snooty or helpless (yet.)
I got through the first two checkpoints rather quickly, but then had to wait over 40 minutes until they called me to the lab. It seems none of the nurses wanted to stick me with a needle. They must have known I hadn't eaten in 12 hours and had no caffeine in my system. I finally asked the receptionist what was up (her name was Kim and she was very nice), and she made one of them take me next. After taking what seemed to be a large amount of my blood (4 vials!) I was free to go. First stop? McD's for an iced coffee!
I wanted to let you, my readers know what's going on. This blog really does help me sort out my thoughts and feelings. I'm a pretty open person, and some might think I'm a little too open for sharing this with the world, but this is what I'm dealing with right now. After the surgery they say I'm not supposed to lift anything (no laundry), walk up and down stairs (that laundry thing again), and generally take it easy (any one else hear Ricky Ricardo say "take-a-tizzy" in their head? No, just me...I thought so.) The rest of this week and the weekend will be spent prepping this house and family for my down time. I'll keep you posted on how that's going.