new updates on the surgery
Behind a cut for the easily squicked.
I do have to stay overnight at the hospital Friday night. Ugh.
I will almost definitely go through early menopause - and then go through proper menopause in ten years or so. OH JOY.
I have to have liquid diet tomorrow, for ease of pooping out everything ever in the morning. OH JOY. I'm hungry. I want a McRib. Today I am doing mostly-liquid, hydrating "aggressively" as my surgeon insisted - twice - having no dairy, and none of my usual extreme high-fiber veggie freakouts, either. Caffeine is being provided by green tea. It works, but my body craves coffee.
I can't bring my iPod to the hospital; so much for my cunning plan to listen to all those books-on-tape read by Benedict Cumberbatch. *sigh*
I cut my hair super-short last night. Everybody really likes it, whereas I think it makes me look even more like the lumbering, massively obese beast that I have suddenly become. What the hell happened? (Most likely, pie. I don't regret it.)
I am constantly shaking and nauseated from anxiety right now. It's very uncomfy.
Shit is about to get real.
And yeah, I'm kind of scared. And kind of excited. And kind of calm. But kind of scared. But everybody's being incredibly sweet and nice and generous, and I hope that keeps up. I'm going to be super-unhappy for a week or so, and I hope I don't act like a dick, but I might.
More on the DaVinci Code - I mean, Method: (It's really interesting!)
http://www.davincisurgery.com/gynecology/conditions/uterine-fibroids/hysterectomy.html
Good wishes and good vibes are acceptable. Prayer, too, if it helps you; I'm a heathen. :)
I do have to stay overnight at the hospital Friday night. Ugh.
I will almost definitely go through early menopause - and then go through proper menopause in ten years or so. OH JOY.
I have to have liquid diet tomorrow, for ease of pooping out everything ever in the morning. OH JOY. I'm hungry. I want a McRib. Today I am doing mostly-liquid, hydrating "aggressively" as my surgeon insisted - twice - having no dairy, and none of my usual extreme high-fiber veggie freakouts, either. Caffeine is being provided by green tea. It works, but my body craves coffee.
I can't bring my iPod to the hospital; so much for my cunning plan to listen to all those books-on-tape read by Benedict Cumberbatch. *sigh*
I cut my hair super-short last night. Everybody really likes it, whereas I think it makes me look even more like the lumbering, massively obese beast that I have suddenly become. What the hell happened? (Most likely, pie. I don't regret it.)
I am constantly shaking and nauseated from anxiety right now. It's very uncomfy.
Shit is about to get real.
And yeah, I'm kind of scared. And kind of excited. And kind of calm. But kind of scared. But everybody's being incredibly sweet and nice and generous, and I hope that keeps up. I'm going to be super-unhappy for a week or so, and I hope I don't act like a dick, but I might.
More on the DaVinci Code - I mean, Method: (It's really interesting!)
http://www.davincisurgery.com/gynecology/conditions/uterine-fibroids/hysterectomy.html
Good wishes and good vibes are acceptable. Prayer, too, if it helps you; I'm a heathen. :)