The surgery...

I went in for preop on Friday march 2nd and that's the day it hit me. I was no longer going to have my uterus. I left the appointment feeling really depressed and just emotional. The weekend was rough on me too, I of course started another hell period and it was coming with a vengeance. It was like aunt flow knew she about to get evicted permanently. After prepping the house, the kids, and the hubby the day came. Tuesday march 6th at 1230pm my life as I knew it changed forever. The surgery itself I guess was pretty normal (I still haven't seen my dr yet to discuss the condition of my uterus) I went in and was strapped to a bed that was reclined back for the robot assisted surgery. It was an odd feeling but in came the sleepy man and I drifted off. I woke up two hours later in recovery and boy was I surprised by the pain, I had no idea!!

I spent a few hours in recovery room drifting in and out of sleep and just trying to breathe. I was moved to my room and that's when my hell began. Oh it was a miserable night. I have had seven sugerys in my life and this was the worst, I think every one was bad but this one was painful! I could not take a breathe right At all so I was on oxygen, I had a foley catheter, and an Iv. I asked the nurse why I hurt so bad and she said, "well Hun you have five tummy incisions and 9-12 stitches in your vaginal wall." I guess that explained it. I tried to shift my body to get comfortable and I had a terrible pain in my left arm and shoulder. It was so bad I cried and called for the nurse. She came in and said it must be from a shot they gave me? I was confused cause I had an Iv so why a shot. She offered me Motrin for the pain and I accepted...Big Mistake!! Be cause I took the Motrin I was now not allowed any more pain meds till six freaking hours later. So of course the motrin did little for relief and I called the nurse and she said to try and sleep. Yea ok..my mom came and I sent her to get me some meds fr home and I took half a Vicodin and finally slept! THX MOM!!

That night never ended. It just drifted to morning. I slept a total of two hrs during my 2 day stay. I happily accepted an offer to go home after the dr on all came to see me, oh and he explained that my left arm had been strapped down in that awkward 30 degree incline during surgery and must have been tweaked somehow. I accepted this and called hubby to come get me. I somehow though going home would be the magic ticket to make me feel better. Wrong! It just got worse. The first two nights I took pain meds with no relief and just felt yuk from them. I could not lay down with out help. I couldn't do much of anything, except start to feel hysterical. This is when I decided to blog my feelings away! Lucky you (: