You’d think I’d feel better today…
The D&C was yesterday. I had to be at the hospital by 6 am, but had to take an antibacterial shower first and leave my house with no lotion on my skin, no conditioner or product in my hair, no carmex, and no deodorant! This is what I refer to as pre-surgery torture. Once I was admitted, I was dressed appropriately in my beautiful gown (complete with vacuum-bag-like hole for heating tube), hair accessory (of the netted variety), and stylish footwear (with no-slip bottoms). BTW I have had nothing to eat or drink since the previous night. So when they checked my hands for the IV all the veins were too small from dehydration. My wonderful nurse proceeded to shove a giant catheter in my forearm while repeating “I’m so sorry” every time I said “OW!” They wheeled me in, placed me on a small table (still not sure how my wide hips fit on something so decidedly un-wide!), and the anesthesiologist said he would give me something to help me relax. That was 7:40. Last thing I remember. I came to at 8:50 and it was done…
Jason had to go to work so my mom stayed with me and the kids: great for the kids, not so great for me. But that is a completely different blog… Needless to say I probably did more than I should have after coming home from surgery. So today my throat hurts, my neck is achy as hell, and my abdomen is unbelievably sore. I’m off all the good drugs and I feel like ass. Can I say that here? I hope so, ‘cause I just did! I’m physically now as screwed up as I have felt mentally for the last 4 months. I haven’t even had a chance to contemplate my mental state or the effect this procedure has had on it.
Here is what I do know: I cannot take a bath, go swimming, or have sex for 2 weeks. So of course I really want to take a bath right now! That’s all I’ve got, seriously. I want a bath and I feel like ass. Now what?
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