Had my surgery a week ago today. It didn't go as well as expected and ended up having both laparoscopic AND open surgery - poked and proded in every way possible.
My Dr removed 943 grams which included the fibroid and uterus....uterus weighing just over 100 grams. I've been carrying around over 2.2 lbs all in my uterus (I wasn't kidding when I said I looked pregnant) - hence the reason he couldn't continue with the laparoscopy, everything was just too big.
I was admitted to the hospital for 3 nights recovery. I'm going to admit I was in denial about the seriousness of this surgery as well as delusional about insisting I'd be back to normal by today. Luckily, my mom flew down to take care of me, because recovery isn't a cake walk. Although I am feeling better and better each day, it hurts and my activity is limited to extremely shorts walks before I really start to hurt. At times the gas pain is the worst part. I don't do well on pain meds, they make me extremely sick. Bless my mother because I know I was a nightmare to deal with when I got home from the hospital.
I went for my follow up appt yesterday and had a complete meltdown - I cried for 45 min straight. My doctor said I would be a little depressed after surgery, but of course I responded, it won't happen to me.... it has.
I'm off work for at least another week, something I wasn't anticipating and causing me anxiety because I know everything is piling up.
EVERYONE keeps telling me it will be worth it, right now I'm having a hard time seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Ok, back to watching TV and reading.
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