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.
So... as of the 26th of October, I am gallbladderless. Seriously, that organ can suck it... she was no friend of mine. The aftermath has been an eye opening situation. I feel tons better than I really should days after surgery. Needless to say, I am finding out what my limitations are very quickly. I cannot carry laundry baskets. I cannot walk thru Michaels for yarn then survive the rest of the day without a nap. I also can't hang out with my daughter alone for 3 hours without requiring a nap. I kind of feel like a really old lady.... that is awesome and not nauseous and can eat whatever the hell she wants! I'm trying not to get too excited about getting back to running, and just concentrating on feeling better. The recovery process has also held some sadness. I finally realized how bad I had been feeling on a daily basis... how sick I had become over the course of a year. A dear friend told me before my surgery, "You have a rotting organ insid...
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