Post-surgical update
Well, I survived. Evidently the mega-fibroid was more problematic than anticipated (it was twisted around the stalk that attached it to my uterus), and there was another big fibroid that my doctor took care of at the same time. I was up and walking around on Wednesday afternoon, and was able to go home Thursday afternoon. Evidently, I was healing faster than anticipated, but I just knew I wanted to get home and, if nothing else, stop having needles poked into me. My poor left hand looks like it's been pounded on with a mallet.
I'm struggling to stay focused, especially now that I'm working again (from home, so at least I still don't have to succumb to the tyranny of pants). I've been lethargic and I've found myself staring off into space a few times. This, naturally, means that I'm behind on Nanowrimo. I'm just trying to keep it together, because the last thing I want is to be needing help every five minutes. I know it means I'm probably pushing myself harder than absolutely necessary, but I just want to be done with all of this.
All I hope after all this is that it helps in the long run. It would be wonderful if I could mark off one source of constant pain. My doctor said that they contemplated removing more of the fibroids, but, as she put it, "there wouldn't be much uterus left if we did." One of the fibroids is also under a fallopian tube, so it would add an extra layer of complexity to remove. At some point, I'll probably have to have this same surgery again, or just have the whole mess removed as it's failing in its job. It had ONE JOB.
At any rate, I'm here, I'm still kicking, only not, because that would hurt. Time to try and get things done.
I'm struggling to stay focused, especially now that I'm working again (from home, so at least I still don't have to succumb to the tyranny of pants). I've been lethargic and I've found myself staring off into space a few times. This, naturally, means that I'm behind on Nanowrimo. I'm just trying to keep it together, because the last thing I want is to be needing help every five minutes. I know it means I'm probably pushing myself harder than absolutely necessary, but I just want to be done with all of this.
All I hope after all this is that it helps in the long run. It would be wonderful if I could mark off one source of constant pain. My doctor said that they contemplated removing more of the fibroids, but, as she put it, "there wouldn't be much uterus left if we did." One of the fibroids is also under a fallopian tube, so it would add an extra layer of complexity to remove. At some point, I'll probably have to have this same surgery again, or just have the whole mess removed as it's failing in its job. It had ONE JOB.
At any rate, I'm here, I'm still kicking, only not, because that would hurt. Time to try and get things done.