It's been awhile since I updated my blog. So much has happened and I am almost unsure where to begin. I'll give you the shortened version of the last 3 months.....February 3rd I had my fibroid surgery. It seems so long ago now, but I was very nervous about the whole procedure and am happy to report I am 98% healed from that event. I was crying in the pre-op room as all the hustle and bustle went on around me to prepare for the big surgery. I last remember Brian giving me a kiss and telling me he loved me. The nurses, doctors and anesthesiologists were pushing syringes and having me drink things all at once, it seemed. All that time leading up to this point seemed to be over in a matter of seconds.
I was given an amnesia inducing drug that kept me conscious so that they could make sure they intubated me properly (being as I am fat, they wanted to make sure the tube got into the right place!), but left me without any recollection whatsoever of the events that followed the drug. This can be very unsettling for a control freak as myself.
I asked the surgeon later how they got my fat ass on the operating room table and was told that I got MYSELF on the table, though I haven't the slightest remembrance of that. The surgeon then told me that the fibroid was not cancerous and was very calcified..hard as a rock as she put it. It was obvious that this was something I had been carting around for many many years. She said it was shaped very much like a lemon. Weird. I was carrying a lemon all this time and didn't even know it! Lemonade anyone??
The next three days I spent moaning and groaning in the hospital with some of the worst nurses I have ever been around. While my surgeon took incredible care of me, the nurses fell short of my expectations. The difference between the two is astounding. My surgeon visited me every day I was there, twice a day! When she had to fly out of town for a medical conference, she even CALLED ME ON THE PHONE FROM THE AIRPORT to check up on me! What doctor does THAT these days???? She is an incredible doctor and I find myself wanting to be her friend...just the nicest woman doctor I have ever had..period.
The nurses' care paled in comparison to my surgeon's. In my three day hospital stay, I had no less than five nurses. Five...in 3 days. I saw the same nurse's aide more frequently than ANY of the nurses assigned to me. The nurses were much more concerned about using the brand new computer system that was installed the day before I arrived, that all they cared about was inputting the correct information into the computer. Very little regard for my well being. I was checked on more by the aide than any nurse on duty. No one offered to help me shower or dress. Nothing but pain management, which surprisingly wasn't that bad for me, given I just had abdominal surgery.
I left the hospital three days later to mend at home. This was the most blissful time for me as I got to sleep in and catch up on my rest. My husband took a week of work to care for me and I was pleased to have so much attention. All the flowers, cards and phone calls from friends and family reminded me poignantly how thoroughly loved I am.
The pain was very minimal and the only kink in the whole process was the incision healing. It seemed to take a long time to get that sucker to stop oozing and heal. Today I have a mighty fine scar that is fading in color every week.
This week, I joined Curves. I think this is the setting I need to get back into a healthier physical state. I am impressed with the circuit training equipment they have there and enjoy that I can be done in less than an hour. The combined aerobic and strength training is amazing. I mean, who can't do 30 seconds on a machine? Even if it IS kicking your ass, you can still do 30 freekin seconds! :) Time will tell.
So there you have it. An update on me since my surgery. I want to start posting more often as I am getting the writing bug more and more these days. Toodle-loo!
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