October 8th I am getting a hysterectomy. Finally. I saw my doc the other week and he didn’t give me any grief on what needed to be done. We set up the surgery the same day, now I just have to wait.
While I am not sorry to see the baby factory go, I am a little nervous about what that could mean. Not like it matters, it has to go and DH and I are ready to deal with whatever comes along.
It is almost like a relief. Every woman in my family has had a hysterectomy by the time they were 40 and I guess I always knew I would too, it was just a matter of time. At least now it will be over and done with, though it sucks it will happen right before Halloween. I am not even sure if I can go to the pumpkin patch!
Anyway, as Gloria Gaynor said, I will survive! At least I will have an excuse to have people leave me alone. I may be able to focus on NaNoWriMo this year! :-D
Today was the first day of school for my kids. Today was the first FULL day of school for Podling. She had half day Kindergarten last year. Everyone was up and ready by 8:30! I told myself to savor it, after today it won’t be so easy to get them up and at ‘em. Podling’s words as she was getting out of the car was, “School, here I come!” Babyhead was too cool to say anything.
It’s quiet now. I don’t remember when I had quite like this. I am torn between reading like a mad woman for the next 6 hours or doing housework, or just enjoying it being quiet.
In other news, I found myself at the ER Monday night. The pain from my uterus was unbearable. The percocet didn’t help it. The best thing that happened was when they gave me dilaudid (morphine). The ER doc tole me there was nothing wrong but a few fibroids in my uterus and I needed to go home. He said this AFTER I told him that I saw my regular doc, he said what it was, but he was out of town and so couldn’t help me. I have lost all faith in the ER unless I have my arm ripped off. At least I did get some relief from the pain.
To give you an idea, it feels like there is an ice pick stabbing me in the right side of my pelvis, the pain shoots down my leg and around my back and makes it hard to walk. Nothing helps ease it (like laying down) and nothing make it worse (so I can’t avoid things to make it better). It just throbs in between the shooting, stabbing pains. I do have some respite at the moment. Not sure why, don’t care why. Just enjoying not being in horrible, writhing pain. I am hoping it holds until I can call Dr T’s office Tuesday and beg to be seen before the 8th.
Last but not least, I have another appointment tonight with my boob surgeon. I have to say, that shot hurt like a sombitch at the time but now my boobs are feeling awesome. I can’t complain about that anymore! Yay! :-D
I guess that is all for now. I need to figure out what I am going to do with myself for the next 5+ hours.
So. Well. Where do I begin this post? Let’s backtrack. Back in April I had some pains in my pelvic area. Thinking this was a simple ovarian cyst (I have had them ever since I started my first period) I didn’t think much of it. I bought some Pamprin and went about my day. Generally speaking, the pain would be bad one day, and better the next so I never thought to go to the doctor about it. Until a month went by. In May I woke up one night with the pain so bad I could not walk. It shot down my leg and around my back. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. Long story short, I went to the ER. I don’t want to re-write what I have already written, so feel free to read the previous post I linked to before continuing. It’s ok, I can wait.
So, Now you have read what happened to me back in May I will continue with this post.
Wednesday I had the exact same pain I had back in May, though not quite as severe as what sent me to the ER. My first reaction was to call Dr T and get in to see him since my concern is that the previous fear is correct and I have blood pooling behind my scars. Sigh. I went to see Dr T last night and sure enough he agrees with Dr S that there is blood in there that can’t escape. Doc gave me pain meds to get me until we can do what we have to do. In the meantime I have to have another ultrasound (Monday) and then see Dr T when he comes back into town (of course this has to happen when Dr T is out of town all next week, hence the pain meds).
I will say here that I am pretty sure I am heading for yet another surgery…a hysterectomy this time. I will say also that I really don’t want another surgery. I think I have filled my quota of surgeries this year, I really don’t want another one. But, what else can I do?
This sucks and I am nervous and pissed. I don’t want to be cut again (hell, I just go over my LAST surgery) and I also don’t want to feel the kind of pain I had back in May. I am pissed because it seems my body is determined to betray me…but I guess that is why every other woman in my family has had their girl parts removed by the time they are 40 (though to be fair, everyone had them removed for various reasons). Here I was thinking I was going to be the exception to the rule. Damn genetics.