Step 3 of 1,000,....yeah, yeah, I think you get it

I had my post -op appointment today. I sat with my ass hanging out from the paper drape for a good 15 minutes before I was seen. My incisions were examined and the bruise around my belly button, which has lightened to a lovely shade of yellow, were all given the OK. I can resume normal activity, which to Rob means sex and to me means trying to kill myself at the gym. Either way, I end up breathless and sweaty and feel better when I'm finished. Ahem... moving on.


The doctor also told us that I need to start injectable medications at the end of the month. I have an appointment for two weeks from today (why is this shit always timed in minimum 2-week increments?) to have a consultation on shooting up. Of course the clinic didn't phrase it that way. Hell, they can't even say "intercourse" and insist on using the term "relations." Every time I hear the nurse or doctor tell us to have "relations" I think of the Klump family in the movie The Nutty Professor badgering the poor woman at dinner about having "relations" with Sherman. Then I suddenly want to fart and start cheering "Hercules! Hercules!"



So, that is all there is to say about that. On a closing note, I just have to get pregnant now because of this great news. Being pregnant never looked so good! Riiiiiight.

Step 2 of 1,000,000

The surgery was a success. My fallopian tubes are clear and I didn't have any endometriosis on my ovaries. The doctor found some new endometriosis other various places and removed it with a laser. He removed the fluid that prevents me from getting pregnant and also removed a ton of adhesions that had formed from my c-section scar. I had thick stalks of scar tissue pulling on my bladder and uterus. I'm glad to have that removed so peeing won't be such an issue like it was before. Rob and I watched the video of the surgery, complete with narration by Dr. Loy which was interesting and nauseating all at the same time. I have still pictures as well and considered posting some here, but thought better of it. We go on Monday for our post-op appointment and to discuss our options.


At the pre-op appointment, Rob and I asked several questions regarding my hormone levels. I asked if my prognosis is grim and I was told, "No, it isn't grim." The doctor told us we could try on our own after the surgery but wouldn't suggest trying for more than a month before coming in and starting injectable medications. They are expensive - about $1000 a month and we're not sure if I'll respond well, but we're going to try.


I'm anxious to talk to Dr. Loy about the results of my surgery while I'm not under the influence of anesthesia. I don't remember talking to him at all, and Rob's memory was a bit sketchy because he was given so much information. I had seriously thought of bringing a tape recorder to the hospital to record the post-op conversation, but I thought that might be over doing it a little.


So, step 2 is complete. I made it through and we got good news. Whew.


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