I went in for my Pollop removal Thursday morning at 6am. Frank of coarse was there with me, being so supportive and taking time from him business to sit at the hospital for hours waiting for me.
I went back to sign papers and pay the portion that insurance wouldn't cover (which is alot) and then they took both of us back to pre-op where I continued to sit on the bed for almost two hours. I did get an IV put in for the first time which is a yucky thing to have to have attached to your body. I just kept thinking of all the times I have been to the hospital with my mother (she has has very bad health problems related to a few surgeries gone wrong) and having flash backs of what horrible experiences she has had. It really made me sooo nervous having never been admitted myself.
They wheeled me off to the surgery room and I gave Frank a kiss goodbye. The surgery room is also yucky! Big, cold white room with alien lighting. I'm glad I wasn't awake in there for very long. The last things I remember are them putting the oxygen mask over my face, the anesthesiologist telling me the medicine might sting a little and the doctor rubbing my arm telling me to pick something good to dream about.
Well I didn't dream at all but when I was woken up, it felt like I had a good nights rest and I was pretty sleepy still. I did have minimal cramping from the surgery but they gave me meds right away to help. The doctor told me that when he was in there removing the one pollop that he thought I had, they ended up finding a bunch of other little ones that they also removed. That was interesting but great news, I had a brand new, fully cleaned uterus prefect for baby making! :)
I continued to recover in post-op room and then to a recliner where I could see Frank. He said the surgery was quick and that doctor showed him before and after scans of how good my uterus looks now. While I was at the hospital I ate some crackers, drank some ginger ale and talked to Frank alot about my first hospital experience. The staff were really great and helpful (which is exact opposite of the experience we have had with my mother).
When I got in the car to go home, I realized that the car was not my friend after all. Man, I was really nauseous! I kept thinking, just take deep breaths! Luckily the ride home is only about 10 mins. so I made it. When I got home I felt better so I called my Mom and my grandmother to tell them all about it while Frank went to get my prescription for Vicodin filled just in case I needed it and also grab some sandwiches for our lunch. My brother stopped by and had lunch with us. I was sitting on the couch and thinking how good my lunch looked and smelled after fasting since last night. As I took my second bite my brother noticed that I was a bit pale and told me to take it easy. I really wanted this sandwich! but it did not want me. Every bite I had to sit completely still. If I moved an inch I would feel so nauseous. I managed to get half of it down and then gave up. I made it upstairs with Frank to take a nap. 3 hours later I woke up when I heard him coming up the stairs so I got out of bed thinking I would feel better. No way! I had a huge headache after my nap and took a Vicodin thinking it would help but I think it made the nausea worse! I also had quite a bit of bleeding all day but they said that is normal. I just laid on the couch until dinner time. Frank made me a baked potato and some chicken but the chicken was feeling to heavy in my stomach so I just had the potato. I was able to keep that down and drank a bottle of water. Shortly after I was feeling much better and we went to bed because I had work the next morning.
When I woke up the next morning I felt ok, still a bit groggy and had some cramps but not nearly as bad as my period cramps have been. The bleeding was gone so at least I didnt have to worry about that at work. I am just shocked at how much the anesthesia effected me. Hopefully knowing that now I can drink more water and eat very lightly next time to help the symptoms subside quicker.
Frank Picked up the box of meds from Fed Ex on Friday that we will need for our Tuesday appt to go over how to do the injections. Wow, just thinking that Tuesday is the first day of our cycle is crazy! I am excited but sooo nervous. Hoping my body is nice to me through this process. I don't have the luxury of staying home. I have a full time and mentally demanding career. Guess it's time to man up and get the show on the road! ;)
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