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 husband woke me up this morning around 7:40 before he headed to work. I snuggled back under the covers for a few minutes and checked my Facebook. I admit, I'm totally addicted. Since I quit my job to stay home with the kiddos, it's my main means of communication with just about everyone. Anywho, I see on there that JP's school is closed today due to a water-main break. My heart sunk. I was so looking forward to the 2.5 hours of freedom after the day I had with the boy yesterday. If my life were a movie, this is the point where the scene would fade out, probably with some cheesy music, and the following would be in soft focus to further illustrate the flash-backiness. Yesterday was rough. JP was cranky pants from the getgo, screaming every time I said something that he didn't like, or gave an answer he didn't like. Everything was "WHY?!?!?!?!" Church felt awkward to me. I felt like all eyes were on me and my screaming kid....
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