Here I am again, recovering from surgery.
I didn't mention t in my early postings, because, well, it was just too much to process. I really felt too overwhelmed to share what I was going through. A week before I was scheduled to have my rhinoplasty, I looked into the crystal ball and saw another operation in my future.
I felt firm, but tender lumps on my lower abdomen, which caused me enough concern to go to my OBGYN for an ultrasound. It showed many large fibroids growing on and in my uterus. Fibroids are basically non-cancerous tumors, and they are very common. However, because my husband and I have been hoping to have children, my doctor recommended their removal pending other tests and other medical hoop jumping.
Because I was just a week away from my rhino, I stuffed my feelings of turmoil and dealt with the present scalpel adventure, as I'm sure you would do, too, if facing the same plight.
After my rhino was completed, and I was sufficiently moving forward in my recovery, and even though I still continue to have sinus infection issues, I returned my attention to my poor womb.
What we weren't sure of was how invasive the removal of my fibroids would be, and so additional information was needed.
On lucky Friday the 13th, which is incidentally my birthday, I went to the radiology center to have a dye test better see what was going on inside my uterus. My uterus was inflated with air and dye was injected that is visible in X-ray images. It was uncomfortable, but not as bad as I expected. I saw the inwardly curving triangle of my uterus appear, then my left fallopian tube. But, where was my right fallopian tube? It never showed up. I left, feeling that there was something terribly wrong with me, and not sure what to expect now. Not a good birthday.
2013 must be my year of health.
Given the fact that my right fallopian tube was a no-show, my OBGYN recommended that I have a full abdominal myomectomy. She suspected that my fibroids were putting pressure on my fallopian tube. All fibroids would be removed through a smiley shaped incision in my abdomen 2 inches above my pubic bone. She cautioned that I would, going forward, only be able to deliver childbirth through c-section. I figured that's better than a hysterectomy or no children at all, so I set the date for September 25th.
My husband carted me to the hospital that day and did everything that he could to keep my spirits up. He told the nurse that was inserting my IV that I preferred my martinis dry. (Not true, I don't drink AT ALL.). I was more nervous about this procedure, I really didn't know what to expect, except that I would be kept at the hospital for a couple of days afterward, and that I would be off work for 2-6 weeks for major surgery.
As they wheeled me to the OR, my husband's parting words were, "Do a good job.". To which I replied laughing, " Yes! I'm going to get those things outta me!". (I would actually not be doing a darn thing, I would be unconscious.)
I became nervous when I saw all of the surgical instruments lined up on the table in the cold operating room. It was like a hardware store. It was decided that I was to be given an epidural and then anesthesia. I was seated, slouching forward in terror into the nurse holding me. I could not see what he was doing to my spine, there was a slow painful pinching and knowing that if I moved or jerked, I could possibly cause injury enough to be paralysed.
I remember coming to just as they were taking away my fibroids in a stainless steel bowl. It looked like a bowl full of meatballs. Yuck.
After surgery, my OBGYN said that everything went fine. It took about 3 hours, and she removed about 17 fibroids, the largest of which was the size of a lemon.
I spent two days in the hospital. With my rhino, I had no vomiting, but with this surgery, my stomach rebelled. Oh how it hurt, too. My abs had been cut, and the involuntary contraction hurt so much. Broth, jello, water, I just couldn't hold it down. I had a catheter, but that was a blessing, because I couldn't walk to the bathroom. I was given a morphine pump, and at night the IV alarms would sound unattended for 20 minutes or more, until they were silenced, finally, by a skeleton night crew. No rest or sleep in the hospital, I walked even though it really hurt,, and I went home on day 3.
It's now been 3 weeks since the surgery. I have pain at the surgery site, and also back pain because my body is out of balance. I think I'm not able to stand up quite straight. I had to take a quarter off from school, and I am trying to do whatever I can to keep my mind occupied because I feel like a bird in a cage. I'm not sure when I'll go back to work. I'm just taking it one day at a time.l