recovering well
Hello my friends!
First, I would like to thank you for all the prayers and good thoughts sent my way yesterday. I am recovering well. I don’t know quite how I would have managed without
callmelydia and my husband. They were/are both so generous! In fact, many people have been generous. Last night, a friend brought pizzas and another called to promise some casseroles sometime this week.
The pain from the incision was actually more than I expected. After all, it was ‘just laprocopy’ right? Silly me was thinking that three little stab wounds wouldn’t hurt any more than getting a shot. *rolls eyes at self* The good news is that the drugs are more than adequate for the pain. Love dem drugs (best part about having to endure hospitals, imho).
I have a confession to make: I dearly wanted to cancel this surgery. It seemed silly to me. I kept looking at the money (we have insurance, but the sum was still a bit) and wondering if I wanted to pay that ‘just to avoid some pain’. Guess I’ve been reading Star Wars far too often lately. Pain just doesn’t mean as much to me as it used to. I thought, ‘even if it bursts and damages my ovary, so what? I’m done with the baby scene.’ I, of course, did it anyway but was feeling rather guilty for draining my family’s resources until yesterday *after* the surgery.
The cyst was not 6 cm, ladies, it was the size of a softball.
Um, hello? Did I type that right? You betcha. The size of a softball. I don’t feel guilty now, that’s for sure.
You see, for the last 8 months or so I haven’t been able to get a full night’s sleep because I would wake up every few hours in pain. It felt like something was crushing my kidneys. I’ve actually been dreading that another surgery was in my future because of that. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was this cyst all along, though.
So, end result: Pain bad. Drugs good. Happy Z. :)