The day has finally come. My feeling that this would happen has been full circle.
I saw my DR. on Friday Oct. 21st to have some unanswered questions answered. I felt that this was the right thing to do. I knew that this would change my life for the better. There were still uneasy feelings but I think those always stay around when you are making HUGE life changing decisions. My boss at work was getting concern for me. She wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing and suggested that I should read up on it. Of course when you read about these things online most of the time you see extreme cases were everything that can goes wrong.
I didn't want to be one of those cases nor did I feel like I would be.
On November 7th I took the day in stride. I made sure that the house was picked up to my liking. That the laundry was all done. Clothes put away and all. I made sure that all bills and groceries were paid for. I wanted to make recovery time the easiest it has ever been to recover from a surgery. I got to one point in the day that I needed to call my friend to do my hair. She said she could fit me in that night. I was so excited. I was going to go out with other friends for yogurt but decided that I needed my hair to be done. It felt good. I felt relaxed and ready for the morning. I still hadn't packed or made sure my dear husband knew the finally itinerary for the morning time.
At 6:30am, we walked into the hospital and registered. They took us back to wait and then to the prepping of the OR. Mike was nervous, he wasn't a huge fan of this happening but he knew that it would make me feel better. After answering several nurses and Dr's about my medical history I was wheeled away into the OR. I also made sure that I told my DR that I wanted a picture of my uterus before they cut it all up. Not to wake up again until I was in the recovery room.
I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I was really groggy and it was hard to stay awake. I got to see Mike and talk to him for a bit but the pain medicine made me really sleepy. So closed my eyes. I didn't wake up until 5pm. Mike had left. He need to get home for scouts. I was so happy that my in laws brought my kids to see me. Phoenix and Jersey were weirded out that I was strapped to so many wires. Phoenix thought it was funny that I had an oxygen tube on my nose because to him only old people have those. They all left after an hour of visiting. Then my sister-in-law came to visit. We chatted and had a fun time. The male nurse thought we were funny because we were talking about clothes and how we want to continue to shop at our favorite stores even when we are old. Yes, Heather and I laugh so much when we are in hospital rooms and I have had a lot of morphine.
Through that first night I couldn't sleep very well. Monitors kept beeping and there was someone coming in to take my vitals. By the time the DR came in I was exhausted. She checked me out and said that everything looked good that I could eat something. I wanted scrambled eggs, I wanted to get out of bed and I wanted to shower. Mike came to visit and we took a walk around the floor. That took the life out of me. I was hoping that I would get to be released. I did! On Wednesday about 5pm they released me to my family and said that I could go home. I really wanted to be in my own bed. I know that my family wanted me home too.
This hysterectomy stuff hasn't been to bad other than I really don't have an appetite and I am tired. I want to rest really well so that in two weeks for Thanksgiving I will be feeling good. I thought I would be really depressed about having a hysterectomy but I think with my tubes being tied first and that failing that this was the last step in something that has been giving my problems for 17 years. I am ready for a healthy new life.
