Free at last from the tethers of my ovaries!
I will write about the hospital aspect but don’t worry, it’s not gross. There were very few gross parts overall.
I got to the hospital around 6am and did the normal check in and gown up stuff. I had 4 different doctors and assistants talk to me about the surgery and anesthetic. One assistant put in an IV (she shot me with a little pain killer first, why couldn’t they have done that when I was a child terrified on needles?) and gave me a little sedation. I like how all the anesthesia people refer to the mild sedation as martinis and discuss types of martinis with their patients. One nurse said (about her martini of choice) “I’m a dirty girl! uh…dirty person. Uh, I like dirty martinis.”
So my martinis weren’t doing much when they wheeled me to the operating room. I didn’t have much time to be nervous because a few minutes after they got me on the table, the doctor gave me more sedation, an oxygen mask was placed over my face and I was out. They gave me general anesthetic which is tube in the throat, completely knocked out type.
So I wake up in the recovery room with a scratchy throat from being intubated. The light seemed really bright and I didn’t want to open my eyes all of the way. Once I did open my eyes, I had a nurse talking to me, asking how I was, explaining what was going on. Then I went to the post-op room where I could sit up, eat some graham crackers and juice and get dressed. It was hard to judge the amount of time I was in each area but I know that the procedure got done around 9am and left the hospital around noon.
I slept a lot this weekend, ate a few pills and watched movies. I had my parents and an attentive boy take care of me and lots of friends texting to make sure I’m good. I felt good enough yesterday that I could go out shopping and make food. I took off my bandaids (yes, I just went home with bandaids) and I just have two tiny incisions, one in my belly button and one a little lower. I see my doctor in 2 weeks for a check in and no dirty things for 2 weeks.
I know sometimes I can be a control freak but I don’t think this is one of my grasps at too much control. I think this is a control I needed over my own body and I’m happy I could finally find a doctor who agreed.