Bleh...Surgery

Ugghhh

If you guys even knew, how bad I was dreading this surgery.

The whole week before, I was having dreams / nightmares about it.

I'd dream about the anesthesia not working right

Dream one; my eyes were closed and I couldn't move but I could hear everything but I had no way to tell them I could hear it. 

Next dream; I couldn't hear it, or see it, I was out....but I felt everything, but again I couldn't do anything to tell them that I could feel it.

Next dream; They forgot to give me the anesthesia, and I was screaming and they weren't listening to me, it was like they couldn't hear/see me...

Next dream; When they got in to see everything it was must worst than they thought so they had to do a hysterectomy, that my husband approved.

and of course, the dream I had about going under, not waking up...and watched myself laying there.

I WAS TERRIFIED

So pretty much everything you hope to think of before you go in for surgery.

NOT

On top of all of the nightmares, I was depressed because all I knew was that they might have to remove my whole left fallopian tube, and that it would cut my fertility in half.

....and then the day came....

The husband & I got a hotel room down the street from the hospital, our appointment was at 5:30 AM on Tuesday morning. I hardly slept the night before and I was having a lot of weird pains. My attire for the hospital was the baggiest pair of pajama pants I own along with my comfortable loose fitting "wifey" shirt. 

My hair was in a messy bun on the top of my head and I was wearing my glasses since I wouldn't be needing my contacts that day. 

We got there and checked in, they called me up and got all my insurance info and sent me and my husband back. That's when I got my IV, and had to change into my awesome surgery attire. Compression socks up to my thigh, huge MC hammer-like pants and a big baggy dress ha. See my excitement??

 My Doctor came in and spoke with me, the conversation was very brief but she was just explaining what her plan was. She was going to insert dye into both tubes to see which one was blocked, going into this surgery I was told it was my left one, and most of what they saw on the ultrasound was on the left side. My husband & I had already decided if there was a blockage, to remove the tube. They were saying that many times they go in and drain whatever is blocking the tube, that it ends up coming back so we figured we'd just take care of it. Next thing I know they're putting me on a bed and rolling me to the surgery room, John was walking by my side, we stopped so I could give him a kiss and he wandered off into the family waiting room. I signed some consents and they wheeled me in, switched me onto the operation "bed" which felt more like a table and I remember saying "good thing I'll be put under because this is very uncomfortable." The anesthesiologist told me my eye lids were going to get heavy soon and that's the last thing I remember. 

(Yeah my last name isn't changed everywhere yet...I'm lazy like that)

I woke up to John by my side and reached out & held his hand, best thing to wake up to any day, but especially right out of surgery. I kept dozing off, I'd wake up, eat a couple crackers have a sip of water and doze off again. I have to brag about my husband for a minute, he never left my side, and we were there until 1:00pm because I couldn't stay awake, and they also wouldn't let me leave until I urinated. We also drove three hours home after we left, and I was asleep most of the drive. My husband is the most patient, selfless, loving and caring man ever and I kept looking at him wondering how I got so lucky. I could have never done all of this without him. His mom brought us dinner, as well as my boss later that night. I received several texts/Facebook messages about my recovery, and I am so thankful to have such amazing people in our life.

So what ended up happening? Well, it's interesting really....when the doctor got in there she didn't find any cysts, and my left tube was NOT blocked, there was a little bit of scar tissue that she got out but that's about it. My right tube? Blocked by tons of scar tissue, she didn't remove it because she knew it would cause more of a problem. So, turns out I've had a blocked tube for awhile, all the ultrasounds showed something on my left side but yet they found nothing. I probably prayed 5 times in two days, crying out to God that I'd be able to save a tube and one day have a baby. I don't know if this was a miracle, or a false medical diagnosis but I'm completely amazed that nothing was on the left side. 

As far as the recovery goes I'm pretty sore, and my shoulders are in a lot of pain. Why my shoulders? Well, when they do your surgery they pump you with CO2, and that gas basically floats into your joints and it's a lot more painful than it sounds. I hate taking pain meds but I haven't been able to handle it myself. My throat is very irritated from the tube from the anesthesia and I have a blood blister in the back of my mouth, yummy right? 

It's been a little over 24 hours, I'm in a lot more pain today but I'm hoping to feel better tomorrow. I can only lay on this couch so long....but at least my husband had to take Vacation so he's spending these next few days with me. Have I said how much I love him!!?? My gosh! My love grows for him Every. Single. Day. 

The best part of today though is that I got my Stitch Fix package, and loved everything in it (I will post about it soon), AND I got paid so I ordered my coat I've been wanting, even though I'm not ready for the cold weather. I miss work, but it's nice to have these quiet lazy days with my hubby & our dog.  It turns out it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and the recovery process isn't too bad either. :)