So Far (I don’t know, the kids say that all the time)
So this is my list of things I’ve learned since surgery last Friday (hey, the kids went to my in-law’s, and this is all I’ve got – pain-killer induced posts – like it or leave, I’m good.)
- Pain killers are awesome – especially Percot. Although the side effects, not so good.
- Answering emails and the phone while on percot should not be allowed. I tend to tell my family (well my sister), EXACTLY, how I feel about certain subjects… What? you mean calling her a tight-ass and to just get cable already isn’t a good thing?
- It is possible to sleep more hours during a day, than be awake.
- I think I had the best nurses ever (although Mr. I says the one at his hospital are hotter) – even when they made me get out of bed and walk, they were nice.
- Ice is good during the day, heat is great for night time.
- Having four little incisions is better than one big one.
- I need to allow myself to realize how big this was, I haven’t really let the reality of the surgery hit me. I know exactly what happened. I did my research, I asked my questions, of both my family doctor and the specialist. But I feel different. it’s hard to explain, maybe because I’m not sure yet. I know in my head and heart this was the best option for me, I know for my family this was the best option, it’s just not quite settled in yet.
I really hope I go back to the way I was. I used to be fun, smiley, and happy. I miss that girl, and I think Mr. Incredible misses that girl too.
I’m home, and I’m sore. I am ready for August.
Mr. Incredible has been soooo patient and kind. Right now he is out finding some over the counter meds, and something that sounds good to eat, cause nothing sounds good.
I think I have been “awake” for a total of 6 hours today – and my day started at 5:15 AM with labs. It seems sitting in the recliner is enough to make me tired and need a nap. Everyone was so worried that I wouldn’t listen to instructions and do nothing. Heck – I don’t know that I’ll have the energy to read blogs, let alone housework.
I’m very lucky to have Mr. I – he gets that I’m in pain. And is being really nice about it.
Gonna take a nap before Mr. I is back with supper.
Just a quick update from the hospital. Yep, I’m still here.
Seems they think I’m an excellent patient and get to stay for the weekend. I think I have the right combination of pain meds, and that should be great for heading home in the morning. My doctor just stopped by and showed me some beautiful pictures of my insides, and because I’m mean, I’m not going to share with you.
Thank you so much for all the emails, flowers (Digital and Real) and chocolates!
Hope you are all looking forward to six weeks of drug induced posts, because ahhh life is sooo good IV pain meds.
Hi there, Mr Incredible here.
Fantastagirl’s surgery went pretty much as planned. She’s tired, and in some pain, but that’s to be expected. If things continue to go as they have been she will be able to go home tomorrow.
Off to the hospital. Thank you so much for all the well wishes, you are better than family!
I’ll update when I am home.
Maybe Mr. Incredible will update for me if he has a chance.
Otherwise, if I die – I’m coming back to haunt each and everyone of you who said I would be just fine! (Hormones, I swear!)
Today I had to do my pre-admittance labs, (free pregnancy test included), and pre-admittance paper work. So when I arrive at the hospital, I’ll be ready to go. Here’s a few things they didn’t tell me.
1) the lady that goes over the paperwork with you, the Living Will, DNR forms, etc you know all that legal crap – one line said something to the effect that they are practicing medicine (I’m guessing so if they leave the uterus, and take I don’t know a kidney I can’t sue them?) has no sense of humor – towards the end she did crack a smile, and I told her – look, I know you have to be serious, I get it, but smile just a little!
2) They needed to know my blood type – so I told them – and they of course didn’t believe me – so they will also type my blood, and find appropriate matches. Like I want some strangers blood – any of you O+ and want to give me a pint or two? Come on – I’d give you my blood (I can say that because my iron count is never high enough to donate.)
3) While they were drawing blood, two “official” ladies came in – had me say my first name, spell my last name and my birthdate (it was getting a little serious so I said – M-A-R-C-H to which they gave me a look, and I got serious.) The next thing I know – they have this red wrist band, with stickers, the stickers were applied to the vials of my blood, then had me sign a form stating that my blood was in these vials, the time it was drawn that that this wrist band matched the numbers. So I did. THEN they put the wrist band on me, and I CAN NOT take it off before I am admitted to the hospital on Friday, or they will not do the surgery. I look like I am an escapee.
And I had to return to the office today after the labs, and I go in tomorrow… yep, I’m thrilled. The young boss comes in, see the band and says – to the boss in charge – “Hey, Mental Health called – they want her back.” Bet you wished you were me!
Have a great Thursday!
Let’s turn it around.
Any suggestions?
T-minus 2 days and counting… I’m starting to get nervous. There I said it. I wonder if that makes any of you feel better, because it doesn’t make me feel better – I can’t control any of it. I can control my attitude about it – it’s going to be great – no matter what happens, everything is going to be fine.
My co-workers (mostly women over 50, one gal who is 22, and me 30’s) have given me so much advice (none of them have had the surgery that I’m having, or c-sections.) that I feel as if I am an ‘expert’. I smile, thank them for their wonderful ideas, and change the subject. I’m sorry – but they have no clue. One co-worker said – well so and so had an ablation, you should do that instead of the hysterectomy. or the one that recommended that I see her “herbalist” (sp?), and another a chiropractor.
I thanked them for those options and changed the subject. But since I can vent here I will – what the HECK is a chiropractor going to do for me? I don’t have back pain, well I do, but it’s not because I’m out of alignment. He isn’t going to be able to make me stop flowing for 15 days. (yes, 15 and that is after the ablation.)
An Herbalist? Uhm, I don’t think so. There are somethings that I believe in homeopathic meds, but for this particular problem? Not gonna happen. AND I HAD ABLATION – did that when I took a long weekend in September – didn’t get the results I wanted, or my doctor wanted.
I know I’m moody, Mr. Incredible and the kids are paying for it. I know that my fuse is 2 cm long, and I know this, yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from snapping at them, saying “NO!” instead of explaining why we can’t do something. I just hope when I’m feeling better they will still want to be around me. Cause right now, even I don’t want to be around me. Yeah, I feel that good.
I’m tired, cranky, in pain and just want it to be August.
My work missed me! I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was. One of the bosses said they almost called me 4 different times, but the main boss, said Hey, we have to figure it out, where are the notes she left us? and surprisingly they figured it out. Just goes to prove one may be smart enough to be the CEO and Manager of a company – but the secretary/bookkeeper is the one that really knows what is going on!
LOL
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moving on…
The floods of 2008 – in the major city to the south of us – will have produced 1 million cubic yards of waste. EWWW! that’s over 2 years worth of trash. WOW. I can’t imagine that much garbage!
I have a short week – I’ll spend maybe 25-30 hours at my desk.
Monday – Going to work after my 10:00 am Pre-op H&P, with my local Dr. 5 hrs work
Tuesday – There all day – 8 hours
Wednesday – get there at 8, leave at 9:30, for pre-op labs, and meet with the anesthesiologist, back around noon – since this is at the big hospital. 5 hrs work.
Thursday – There all day – and probably be there longer than a normal day – 8 maybe 9 hours –
for a total of 28 hours
Friday – we have to be at the big hospital at 6:00 AM -that’s way tooo early for this household!
And then I only am to go to the office to do payroll and year end reporting – everything else – they are supposed to handle. Yeah, uhm, I’m sure that is how it is going to work. Most likely – I’ll have to convince Mr. Incredible to drive me out there at night, and he’ll have to be there with me so I can work. The kids will go nuts, but that is how life is. I’ve made arrangements that someone else could come in – but after this weekend and seeing the questions she is asking, I’m not sure that she is the one that I want working in my books. Sounds snobbish doesn’t it? It’s just not worth the hassle.
6 weeks people – and from what I understand I should use them wisely – meaning, rest, rest, and rest.
Any ideas?
None?
Then you’ll get what I make. Deal with it.
Yeah, that’s what I’d love to say – instead, I’ll ask Mr. Incredible to light the grill, toss some steaks on, and make a salad, and find something else to go with it. Better get at it – it’s almost 6 – and the kids are getting restless.
