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.
My baby girl is getting so big! Today is a pretty big day for the missus. I'll try to recap all of the firsts I have witnessed. 1.) When she woke up, she squealed ," Mommy! Brother! Daddy?" when I went in to get her. She seemed disappointed that daddy was already at work. 2.) She asked for more cheese at lunch. 3.) She went straight to sleep at nap time, and slept almost 3 hours. 4.) She took a bite of her frozen yogurt in a tube, said, "Hot!" and blew on it to cool it down. 5.) She got super fussy when we were playing downstairs. She kept reaching for me and saying, "UP!" After a few questions, she said she was hungry and wanted a snack. I said, "You know, you can just say "I'm hungry" and we'll take care of you. She looked at me in the face and said, "I'm hungry". 6.) I had her on my hip when the boys were finishing the basement pick-up before getting a snack. Z pointed at the stairs and said, ...
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