Surgery went OK!

On the Monday after our great weekend, I had my laparoscopy. It actually included a hsyteroscope as well. The night before I woke up sobbing. I dreamt Dan left me at the hospital. I don’t know why, but I was fairly anxious about it. I wore my jammies to the hospital. Might as well be comfortable. I got checked in, changed into a gown and robe, then given a bed. They started my IV and then let D come in and sit with me until I went in. They added a sedative and some antibiotics to the IV. Oh – they had taken blood as soon as I got there to make sure I wasn’t already pregnant. So getting the sedative meant I wasn’t. Bummer. I started feeling woozy pretty quickly. Then they came to take me away, gave D a kiss and they wheeled my next door into the operating room. I told Dan it was like the opening scene from ‘Police Story” (I think I got that wrong - I mean the tv show with Leslie Neilson) I was expecting to go down a roller coaster any second. (thought that was funny) The OR was really modern. Transfer me to the table, strapped my arms down and started even more sedatives. I remember feeling confused. Then they jammed the gas mask on and the next thing I know I was waking up. I barely felt sore. I also woke straight awake. Glad for that. I felt tired, but I wasn’t groggy. I sat right up and they gave me ginger ale. I felt my belly and it hurt, but not bad. I had a feeling they weren’t in there very long. The surgery started at 9:30 and I woke up at 11ish, so it was pretty short. I got myself dressed – they said D couldn’t come back there. BS. They said the called him to get the car, so I got in a wheelchair. I have no glasses at this point. As we wheel past the waiting room, I can see his fuzzy shape in the distance - I realize he’s still in there! “hey! He’s over there, no one called him!”. Stupid nurses. So we just went to the parking garage. He told me the Dr. came out and told him that they didn’t find anything. I look perfectly normal. He took a tiny bit of endometriosis out, but it wasn’t anything. He also tried to get all the gas out. He really must have, because I haven’t had any gas pain.

I was so worried about how much pain I would be in afterwards. I got home and slept a few hours. But I told Dan, I don’t think I can sleep all day. So I read out on the deck. Both days I had off for the surgery and to recover were gorgeous. Sunny and almost 80. The second day I felt good again. So stupid me mopped the kitchen and hardwood floors and shined them. By 4pm my incision was killing me. But that’s it. As long as I take my giant Motrins I feel fine. My belly is all bloated, and it looks like they put a vacuum on me to suck out the gas. I have a big round bruise below my belly button that looks funny.

Its just a real bummer that once again I’m being told I’m perfectly normal. We go for a follow up with our local Dr next Monday, (get to see pics of my innards) then we don’t see the specialist until early May. Not sure what he’ll say next. Maybe an IUI with lots of Fert drugs? No idea. Then last night I had to shop for baby stuff for my friends shower I’m going to this Saturday. Not fun. I can’t wait to see K, so happy for her, but dread the shower. I can only do the stiff upper lip stuff for so long. Ugh. The stress and confusion. What’s worse, pretending its ok, or knowing people are trying to pretend for your sake?

Well anyways, we’re going to Philly this weekend to visit Dan’s family. We haven’t seen them since Thanksgiving. It’s been way too long and we can’t wait to see them all!!