Post Op Report
I had surgery on Tuesday, March 24th and am happy to report the “grapefruit” was successfully removed, the large cyst on my right ovary had resolved itself and they were able to sew me up without any problems!
Now this doesn’t mean it’s easy-peasy for getting pregnant but it means for perhaps up to two years, I may still have a uterus. They kept reminding me that it could return within two years so my best window for trying to get pregnant is the next two years. If I do get pregnant, I will not be able to go into labor b/c of the scaring at the top of my uterus. Scars don’t stretch so I couldn’t go into labor w/o risking rupturing.
Otherwise I had no fears and no tears going into surgery. I did my usual joke cracking and went right to ni ni land. I woke up with 4 shots of Morphine and not having a clue where I was.
The story gets a little pathetic post op when my Mom 1.0 ditched me within an hour of getting out of surgery. She took off, not calling any one and just tossing my cell to me to answer calls on several shots of Morphine and the effects of anesthesia. I know I talked to several people right after surgery but I don’t know who all I called or talked to. If you called or I didn’t call you, I’m so sorry! I was on Morphine, anesthesia and Dilaudid for 4 days (well including today) so I have been really patchy on all the events. I did talk to Ashlie for a few hours and that was great since we don’t talk much on the phone. I’m really shy about talking on the phone so it was great to catch up, we should talk like that more often.
After Mom bailed, the rest is patchy other than I tried to call her all day after she left and she wouldn’t answer. When she called me back at like 10 or 11 pm, she called me a whiner/crybaby/wuss for crying when they removed the catheter (I screamed) and when they made me walk even though my pain was out-of-control and I had nothing for the hugely swollen abdomen. She yelled at me and when I brought up how I was there for her every day she was in the hospital for her heart surgery, how she’s alive b/c I got her to the hospital and talked her into the angiogram that basically saved her life, she said “I don’t need a babysitter” and yelled names at me. I told her she’s not my Mother.
She didn’t call me at all while I was in the hospital. She did call for information on me the last day and I told the nurse if she wanted info on me, she could speak directly with me. She hung up.
I got home Thursday afternoon and slept the rest of the day. I just started to realize how jacked up all the drugs made me b/c at the time I was talking with people, I felt totally awake and aware but now I hardly remember the stay at the hospital. I didn’t even remember where I put my glasses when I got home. I do remember a few conversations but really, I appologize if I didn’t call people or let people know what was going on. I was mostly reacting to my environment and not focusing on contating people. That’s why I had asked my Mom 1.0 to handle it but apparently she thinks I’m a worthless peice-of-shit.
She did barge in yesterday using her key and made some non-sense comments as she woke me up. I went to the restroom only to find excessive bleeding and again, when I screamed for my Mother, she was no where to be found. I did call the doctor-on-call to say that I’m bleeding waaay more than they told me I might at the hospital and she said that was normal. I’m skeptical b/c I’m gushing blood and they said “light spotting” but if it gets worse, I’ll call again.
If you can’t tell, I’m on Dilaudid right now. LOL I went Friday and most of Saturday with no pain meds so it’s good to not be in excruitating pain for a while. There are about 6 levels of stiches and I’m freaked out every time I moved and shift funny that I’ll rip something! I was hallucinating in the hospital and think I was hallucinating last night when I went to bed either that or just having a trippy dream.
I feel a bit loopy though nothing too extreme though of course it doesn’t feel like that at first until after you come off the Diladid/Morphine/etc and then you’re like “what was going on?”.
Thank you Ashlie and Elliot & Ana for the phone calls to see how I was doing. I’m sorry Eva that I missed you, I hope I had the right number when I texted you. Dawn, I’m sorry I missed you too! Thanks Jenn for the prayers and good vibes. For anyone else I forgot to call or who called me and I just don’t remember, I’m sorry! I know you understand. As I start to feel better, I’ll try to catch up with people. I know it’s lame I need to have major surgery to pick up my phone and call my friends but I’m a hermit. I know I need to break free but at almost 30 (my birthday is in July), I’m probably set in my ways.
I’m glad the worse is over. The pain won’t last long and soon hopefully I’ll be moving forward with my life. I truly want to have a normal life with a family of my own and a job that satisfies me.
Speaking of jobs, things have been ridiculously flakey with the opportunity I had mentioned before. I’m not putting my eggs all in that basket and think if it doesn’t work out, I’d like to do something creative on the side. I’m not 100% sure what but life is getting shorter and more complicated the older we get, I want maximum happiness and I deserve it. I’m open to ideas and suggestions! Happiness networking? LOL
love - kimberly
PS. If I’m flakey, spacey or otherwise weird for a few more days, please forgive me!
Mirrored from "The Misadventures of Kimby".