This won't be an exciting post, but it will be informative, if you wanna know what's up.
8:00 - got to the surgery center, checked in
8:15 - went to triage and hung out with the nurses for a while, waiting for my 9:30 surgery. Tried to read this book, but read the same paragraph over and over because I'm nosey and kept listening to everyone around me.
9:30 - ready for surgery, but still no anesthesiologist, no surgeon.....
10:00 - same
10:30 - won four games of Phase 10 on my cell phone
11:00 - finally met with the surgeon. Apparently his first patient threw him for a loop, she had more wrong with her than he originally suspected, so the surgery took a while. I was TOTALLY okay with this. I wanted the same treatment!!
11:30 - by then I was getting my first margarita and feeling fine. I have a hard time going under anesthesia. I don't know if my body fights it or what, but generally the doc will ask me to count backwards from 100 expecting me to get to 98 before I pass out. That usually doesn't work. I get to one and say "now what?" It took a good 15 minutes to knock me out today.
11:30 - 3:00 I was out.
I also have a hard time coming OUT of anesthesia. I am usually a fighter. One time I actually tried pulling out my breathing tube - not a good idea.
Today was a little different. I didn't fight, but my body must have been in a little shock. They were waking me up when (from what they tell me) my heart rate dropped to 33. Yep...that's much too slow. They had to give me three shots of atropine to get me back to normal.
I kept asking JD about it by saying "okay, so what time did I die again?" He didn't think it was funny. I did. I am alive, so I can joke.
I didn't get to talk to the doctor after the surgery, but hopefully I'll be able to tomorrow. I was shocked at to what he did/found. He didn't find endometriosis. This is a good and frustrating thing. Good because, well endo sucks. Bad because the dozen doctors I've seen before who refused to give me the laparoscopy were diagnosing me with endo just based on my symptoms. They were also trying to "treat" me based on those symptoms. So, that's pretty upsetting. I pretty much want to punch those doctors in the face.
The doctor also found more than one polyp. I'm not sure how many or if he's worried if they're cancerous, but hopefully we'll find that out tomorrow. He took out all the polyps - yay!
He also drilled fifteen holes in each ovary. Fun, huh? I can't stop picturing my ovaries as a colander. (not sure if I spelled that right - collender, colandar? whatever)
As for how I'm doing physically, pretty good really. Aside from the kicks and punches to the stomach by my energetic daughter, I'm only just really bloated. I look like I'm eight months pregnant. My belly is hard! The incisions are small and I am in 1/10 of the pain I am during my regular monthly periods. So all-in-all, I can't complain!
With vicodin and a little sleep, I should be good to go.
And of course Laura came through again with a wonderful meal tonight. With dessert to boot! Dad claims he made it, but I'm going to guess that wasn't the case. :-)
Thank you to EVERYONE for all the prayers and thoughts this morning. They worked!
I'll try and update more this weekend. I have almost 100 emails still, and I don't think I'll get to those.