General anesthesia has weird effects on me.
I told my doc this during my consultation, and he gave me a strange look. When I got my gallbladder out, I was super sensitive to sound for several days. This time, the sound isn't so much the problem, but putting together words is proving difficult. Writing is easier than talking, but it's still tricky.
When the doc called me last night, I felt like a bumbling idiot, unable to string together a coherent sentence. I tried to ask him questions about what other options I have, and I know I came off sounding ungrateful. And you know, maybe there is a touch of that.
Not ungrateful... disappointed.
He suggested that I seek a second opinion. He wants to make sure there aren't any other options that he doesn't see.
He also asked how I feel about a hysterectomy. I told him I'm not thrilled, and he said neither is he, but if that's the way it has to go, then he wants me to feel better above all.
So, we're moving forward. I'm going to get a second opinion, just to make sure this is it.
I probably should have mentioned why such limited options are being discussed. In February of 2010, I was diagnosed with a DVT, and needed to take Coumadin for 6 months. This means no more hormones for me. Ever. Which is fine, cause Coumadin is a special kind of gross.
So, thank you to everyone who is reading along, offering words of encouragement. Thank you for your phone calls, text messages, prayers, positive vibes, hugs across state lines, etc. I will certainly keep cataloging this adventure.
Welp, today was eventful, but not. It was the kickoff to the spring semester for me, which meant I was overwhelmed from the time I woke up. Unfortunately, I also woke up with some serious sinus pressure in my head, and some serious congestion to accompany it. So, what's a girl to do but make some ginger concentrate. I sliced a real big ginger root with my mandolin and simmered it in my biggest saucepan for a few hours. Add a splash of this stuff to a mug of hot water and a touch of honey... you have hot, not so sweet, gingerale. It's pretty awesome, and has helped open my head up a bit. After my big adventure out of the house for pens (which, as it turns out, I didn't really need) to keep myself organized for this semester, I got some Thai Kitchen noodle bowls, which is basically my option for Gluten free ramen. They come with rice noodles and spices. I decided the mushroom bowl I made needed , well, mushrooms. Luckily I had some in the fridge. I successfully resisted t
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