Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Honest Scrap Award

Firstly, a huge thank you to Madmother for bestowing upon me the Honest Scrap Award.

I'll be back soon to post 10 Things You Never Knew About Me. I have to decide which 10 to post!!

I'm not the girliest of girls.

I don't wear skirts. Or dresses.

I don't look good in them. Being so tall I can never find 'pretty' shoes to go with them and they're just not me. I'm not comfortable in them. I am not the girliest of girls.

Post hyster though, I've been forced to wear girly clothing. It's strange that once they remove your uterus, your belly swells up so you look (and if you include the pain, fatigue and blerk feelings) and feel around 5 months pregnant. NONE of my pants would go on. Those that would, hurt. On the VERY odd times I've been out of the house I've worn one off two dresses that I own. It's in perfectly good condition - it's been previously worn once in 5 years!

For Christmas I had to go out and buy an emergency skirt. The one dress I owned was too short and too revealing and just too damn uncomfortable to spend the day in. So another skirt has joined the wardrobe. Fortunately I didn't spend a lot on it because . . .

Today I wore pants!!!

And drove!!!!

And took Mini-me shopping with gift vouchers we'd received for Christmas!!!

I'm completely wiped out this afternoon, and more than a little sore, but also a tad estatic. I'm one giant step closer to feeling like myself again. And I didn't even need 'pretty' shoes.

Monday, December 14, 2009

The Queen of Complications . . .

is so far complication free.

I know. Shocking.

It was touch and go for a long while on Monday to see if surgery was going ahead. I'd developed a cold the night before and felt . .well . . .damn awful. I had about 2 hours of broken, anxious sleep and rang the Dr straight away to check if it would be canceled. I was crying - panic, anxiety, fatigue and the thought that I wouldn't be able to do this after gearing up for it got to me. I couldn't even have coffee! I am NOT resilient without coffee.

At 9:45am we decided that even if we didn't have a final answer, we should head in. So the phone was diverted to the mobile and we started driving. Dr M finally rang - he was happy to go ahead but it depending on the anethetist. So I still wouldn't know until right before surgery if it was happening. Timing. I suck at it.

Dr Sleepy said he was ok to do the surgery so being fully dressed in surgical gear, IV'd and prepped, the decision was made to go ahead. I managed to catch up on some sleep during the GA and was oblivious to the fact that they had some difficulties with my lungs and debating cancelling.

Fortunately my body started behaving and it went ahead. There were some additional problems found and repaired but I was oblivious and feeling good. I'm happy. The thought that it would have to be postponed had stressed me. I would have had to take time off at the start of the school year, and would have had to cancel a trip Mini-me has been working towards all year. The thought of devistating her was unbearable so I'm glad.

Despite having a cold and experiencing the joy of coughing post stomach surgery, recovery has gone well. I'm in minimal pain. I'm not *touch wood* depressed but realise it could still be coming. I'm happy it was done and the idea of never having another period is mindblowingly awesome!!

I'm on the way back.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Quietly freaking out . ..

Mildly though. I've got it under control. Sort of.

Surgery is on Monday.

I've had my blood test done and the hospital will be holding blood for me in case I require a transfusion.

I've had my final pre-op surgeon appointment and ultrasound. The good news is the cyst on my left ovary couldn't be seen!! Yippee leftie!! The bad news is the one on the right has continued to grow and the uterus is still too big, too bulky and I guess feeling less than fresh lol. It's time to go . . . uterus!

Dr M kindly ran through the risks . . .again. Completely terrifying me. But I know he has to legally. I signed a heap of paperwork and paid out an amount that would feed several families in several African villages for several years. Pity I won't get cards and update letters from my soon to be ex internal organs.

I've bought myself some of the True Blood series books and I've familiarised myself with the new Foxtel channels.

I've freaked myself out with thoughts of complications and dying and then covered it up with some rocking, hands over ears, singing la la la la la type activity.

I think I'm ready.