It's Done!
Had the Dr.'s apointment today. Told him in the hall between the waiting room and the exam rooms, that I was "healed", and "Wanted my tubes OUT!" He kinda' just said, "Okay, lets go see." So, "we" did. He was shocked. Shocked that the Big Hole From Hell healed so well...and under the circumstances, so quickly.
Then, he cathed it. The catheter curled up and refused to go in at first, so he tried a larger, stiffer one. It went in. I cried, Mom cried, and after the second time it he got a catheter in it, THE DOCTOR went in the corner and cried!!!! I cried all the way home, and then again when I GOT home myself, but they weren't "sad" tears. They were "THANK YOU, GOD." Tears. Oh, and after I got home and told Granny and Aunt Patty the news, I also went to my alter and prayed a GREAT BIG "FORMAL" Thank You to God. (I say "formal," because I was actually thanking Him all the way home. Actually, I started in the exam room when the catheter went in and I peed!) I know, peeing is no biggie to some people, and even to me at times, its a pain in the ass. But today, to be able to control WHEN I go...that is a BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL thing. I'm STILL emotional!!!
I was laying down on the exam table while all this cathing was going on, but I did it sitting up when I got home. Basically same thing. It didn't behave on the first try, but with a little bit of patience, and a little bit of prayer, and a BUTTLOAD of lubricant, the catheter slid riiiiight in for me!!!! Sitting up!
OH OH OH!!! And, it stays DRY!!!!! With no extra padding!!!! I ordered a BIIIIG Coke on my way home from the Dr.'s office, (one that he'd probably shit a BRICK if he saw me with it!) and drank it on the way home...and when I got home, and went TO the bathroom to cath...I WAS DRY!!!!!!! DRY, PEOPLE! Without having to monitor what I DRANK!!!!!! DRY! Without a buttload of padding around my middle! Which means I actually HAVE a middle now!!!!! Between the bonus lyposuction I got LAST surgery, and the lack of padding, because I AM HEALED...I ACTUALLY HAVE CURVAGE!!!! I am an hourglass!!!! Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those petite, model-ish hour glass figures. I am a BIG VELUPTUOUS GORGEOUS HOUR GLASS!!!! And I am going to STUN the Thanksgiving crowd. Starting with Dustin!
I've got curves
I've got DRYNESS
I've got My Man...
Who could ask for anything more?
This already has been the BEST THANKSGIVING E-VER! (And it hasn't even STARTED yet!!!!)
Edit: After we LEFT the hospital, (don't have to be back for 6 months, which is May, which is 2 months before The Big Move) we stopped and ordered the doctor flowers. Pink rosebuds. The note was addressed to him and his staff, who were all exceptional through the last yr. and a half, and 6 surgeries. The note said: "Dear Dr.,...Thank you for helping me BLOOM!" Because in a way, I feel like I have. I feel whole now. And those rosebuds (My nickname when I was a baby), will be given the opportunity to "bloom" into Big Beautiful Roses...Just like I feel. And I wouldn't feel this way if the doctor hadn't stuck with me, and made me hang in there through this whole nightmare and see it through to the BEAUTIFUL END!
Then, he cathed it. The catheter curled up and refused to go in at first, so he tried a larger, stiffer one. It went in. I cried, Mom cried, and after the second time it he got a catheter in it, THE DOCTOR went in the corner and cried!!!! I cried all the way home, and then again when I GOT home myself, but they weren't "sad" tears. They were "THANK YOU, GOD." Tears. Oh, and after I got home and told Granny and Aunt Patty the news, I also went to my alter and prayed a GREAT BIG "FORMAL" Thank You to God. (I say "formal," because I was actually thanking Him all the way home. Actually, I started in the exam room when the catheter went in and I peed!) I know, peeing is no biggie to some people, and even to me at times, its a pain in the ass. But today, to be able to control WHEN I go...that is a BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL thing. I'm STILL emotional!!!
I was laying down on the exam table while all this cathing was going on, but I did it sitting up when I got home. Basically same thing. It didn't behave on the first try, but with a little bit of patience, and a little bit of prayer, and a BUTTLOAD of lubricant, the catheter slid riiiiight in for me!!!! Sitting up!
OH OH OH!!! And, it stays DRY!!!!! With no extra padding!!!! I ordered a BIIIIG Coke on my way home from the Dr.'s office, (one that he'd probably shit a BRICK if he saw me with it!) and drank it on the way home...and when I got home, and went TO the bathroom to cath...I WAS DRY!!!!!!! DRY, PEOPLE! Without having to monitor what I DRANK!!!!!! DRY! Without a buttload of padding around my middle! Which means I actually HAVE a middle now!!!!! Between the bonus lyposuction I got LAST surgery, and the lack of padding, because I AM HEALED...I ACTUALLY HAVE CURVAGE!!!! I am an hourglass!!!! Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those petite, model-ish hour glass figures. I am a BIG VELUPTUOUS GORGEOUS HOUR GLASS!!!! And I am going to STUN the Thanksgiving crowd. Starting with Dustin!
I've got curves
I've got DRYNESS
I've got My Man...
Who could ask for anything more?
This already has been the BEST THANKSGIVING E-VER! (And it hasn't even STARTED yet!!!!)
Edit: After we LEFT the hospital, (don't have to be back for 6 months, which is May, which is 2 months before The Big Move) we stopped and ordered the doctor flowers. Pink rosebuds. The note was addressed to him and his staff, who were all exceptional through the last yr. and a half, and 6 surgeries. The note said: "Dear Dr.,...Thank you for helping me BLOOM!" Because in a way, I feel like I have. I feel whole now. And those rosebuds (My nickname when I was a baby), will be given the opportunity to "bloom" into Big Beautiful Roses...Just like I feel. And I wouldn't feel this way if the doctor hadn't stuck with me, and made me hang in there through this whole nightmare and see it through to the BEAUTIFUL END!