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.
Guys, yesterday was a bad day. Not very many of you knew it, but I was scheduled for a uterine ablation. I was excited at the prospect of not having a period anymore. (Yes, I'm talking about periods. Gross. Moving on.) They have gotten pretty rough, not letting me do a 90 minute swim without having to stop and change my tampon. I am crampy and uncomfortable the majority of the month. This , among other things, is less than convenient. So, yeah, I was looking forward to surgery. My husband brings me into the surgery center, I get prepped, they take me back, I go night night. I wake up... "We were unable to complete the procedure" No one was willing to go into too many details, as I was coming out of general anesthesia, and still kind of in and out. I remember talking briefly with the doc, but no one else. A nurse came to take me to recovery. She got me into the big chair in the recovery room. I began to cry. She covered me up, and held me while I ugly cried. She han...
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