Needsleep259’s Weblog

I had surgery yesterday.  I swear a truck has repeatedly rolled over me, AND I have a strong suspicion the anesthetist shoved my tube down my throat sideways. My throat is so sore, speaking is an effort.  I’ve coughed so much I think I’ve dislocated several of my ribs. All in all though, I am so lucky because it is OVER!

I hate surgery, but no one in their right mind could like it, except for the surgeon. I’ve had more than my share- eight in all. The last four have been to resolve the same problem, an abnormal bleeding that required three blood transfusions initially, and five cauterizations prior to this last surgery. You would think ONE surgery would be enough – I certainly thought so. My first Dr told me he would do an ablation, (a laser surgery to the uterine lining) and I would be fine. Haha – we must have different definitions of fine because a few weeks later there I was in the OR again, this time for a hysterectomy. I had already had a tube removed earlier after an ectopic rupture, so that should have made it easier, but NO – he left the cervix intact. Too difficult to remove he tells me. I really don’t like the guy at this point.

Fast forward a few years later, when I still couldn’t pass up the feminine products aisle without stopping, all because my cervix had been deemed difficult. I finally consult with another doctor and ended up hemorraging right in her office, (talk about impeccable timing), which earned me an overnight stay at the local hospital and a date in the OR for the removal of my cervix. I’m sure no one was ever happier to say goodbye than I was. So I get that surgery thinking I was all done. How naive. To the shock of just about everyone, I still have abnormal bleeding. Every time I go for cauterization I think, this is it, and yet my body continues to betray me.

So I had laser surgery yesterday. I’m admitted at 9:30, in the OR an hour later and wake in recovery an hour after that. At 1:00 my dh and daughter are there to take me home.  I move slowly and weep at the slightest thing, a side effect of sedation.  I drink tea to soothe my throat, which will have consequences later that night when I ‘m hitting the bathroom every two hours, but as I prepare for sleep I am blissfully unaware of that. Climbing into bed that night is a joyous occasion, and as I snuggle in, I dream of a life without Kotex. I hope.