Hysterectomy

The day of my hysterectomy:

Its 5:10 am the morning of surgery. I didn't sleep at all!!  Jeremy slept with me because Grammy slept over to help with Bouger. Jeremy woke up at 4:15 and was wide awake. I was already awake. He got up and started farting, dancing...we started to laugh and laugh at each other. We couldn't stop laughing. I really love that boy!  I didn't sleep well because I was freaking out. Is this really the right choice?? So I prayed hard. I felt like Id prayed hard before but for whatever reason I needed one more for sure answer. So I got up in the night and prayed harder than I have ever prayed and I received a very strong "everything will be just fine". It was a very peaceful warm feeling. Strong feeling. So here I am typing minutes before we leave for the hospital. Well gotta go, Mike's waiting...


Well its a few weeks later and and Im here to document my horrific story. I didn't have the oh so great recovery that most of my friends have had. So here is the long but crazy story:

Tuesday
I got to the hospital at 5:30 and checked in. I didn't have to wait very long. They took me back. My nurse was wonderful. I was really appreciative of that. I was SO NERVOUS! Everything was going great. Smooth.  Then the anesthesiologist came in...I started to freak out a bit. I was so nervous about that. I had never been put under and it seemed a little scary. Then Juarez came in. I started to get even more nervous. This is really happening. At 7:23 they came and got me and took me back to the OR. Back there I don't remember much. I remember the radio was playing loud. Brickhouse was on. I really love that song. I thought it was funny that they listened to the radio. You see that in the movies but I didn't know they actually did that. And that is all I remember. I woke up feeling very confused and everything was blurry. Then I saw Amy. She was standing holding my hand. She looked pretty. I liked her shirt. Then I was out again. I don't remember anything for a while after that. I woke up again and Mike asked me how I was doing. I didn't even know what to tell him. I guess I peed ok cuz the next thing I knew we were going home. I felt fine the rest of the day. Drugged. Slept.

Wednesday
Sore, tired, bloated...really bloated. I looked down to see this growth on my left side. It was weird. I was so swollen. It was hard to walk. My skin burned when I went to the bathroom. My mom came to help. Mike had to work for just a few hours, when he realized things were not going well he came straight home. Mike called the Dr, he said to come in just in case. We went to the Dr. I didn't feel so good at that point. I had gone to the bathroom but not enough. I needed to poop. So he said to start doing an enema. Mike stopped at Walgreens to get a bunch of stuff. Imagine...my mom and husband in the bathroom helping me with the enema. It was a sight Im sure. As the hours went by I  kept getting worse. By the end of the night my vagina was so large, so fat, so tight, it looked like a giant water ballon with a rubber band around it. I was scared.
Patti came and brought the most delicious soup. It was all I could eat for a while. She got to see me in all my glory. Lucky Patti!


Thursday
I REALLY started to feel like crap. I woke to seeing my vagina so large and swollen I couldn't close my legs. It was bad. I think the enema went a little wrong. It never came back out. Whoops. And now my incision was leaking. We went back to the Dr. I could hardly walk. I couldn't even open my eyes. I was so tired, dizzy, hungry, swollen...it was MISERABLE!!  When we went to see Dr Juarez, he looked at my Vajaja and said he had never seen anything like it. IT WAS HUGE!!  NASTY!!!!!  Im grossing myself out at this point and for sure my husband is going to leave me  :)  By the evening I was really sick. I really didn't feel well.

Suzanne came over. She brought a very yummy dinner. She also brought me a candle. AND she stayed and rubbed my feet and neck. Oh man it felt so good. She is such a wonderful friend. Thank you Sweet  Suzanne, I LOVE YOU!

Friday
When I woke up I felt like I was dying. Something was wrong. I was having a hard time breathing. By the late afternoon I really couldn't breathe. I couldn't talk. Only a whisper would come out I wasn't eating anything. I didn't want to start feeling like a baby or overdramatic but at one point I really felt like I was dying. I really couldn't breathe. It hurt to pee. And not my pee hurt but my skin felt like it was on fire after I was done. I would scream!! I laid down for a nap. I woke up to the most excruciating pain! Heartburn on steroids. It was indescribable. I sat there for 2 hours trying to get it so calm down a little. Mike stood there the whole time just waiting to see if anything happened. Finally it calmed a little. So then I needed to pee...bad. I really didn't want to. Finally I went, screamed, and about 5 min later I was yelling hurry, Im gonna throw up. Mike ran and got the bucket and I started to puke. I started and all the sudden Mike says Oh SH*T your not stopping. So he runs and gets another bucket. Hands that to me, goes to rinse out the other one, I can hear him throwing up as he is rinsing my bucket. But then he runs so fast back to switch buckets again...cuz Im still throwing up. He rinses that one and finally Im about done. Holy crap. 3 big buckets full. It was crazy!  I did feel way better though. I guess what had happened was I was super constipated. With the anesthesia, loretab, and my own bowl issues NOTHING was digesting. It all just get building up and up. No wonder I couldn't breathe. So essentially what I was throwing up was...poop...disgusting.

Saturday
I threw up again that morning. This time it was acid and bile. Oh my heck. Talk about excruciating pain. It burned worse than I can even describe. It burned the roof of my mouth so bad it looked like knives had cut the crap out of it. I even got  a blister on my lip. Pretty much slept the rest of the day. 
Patti came again and brought me some Golden Spoon. Mango Tart, I felt like I was on vacation. It was just what I needed. Patti you are wonderful!


Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
Couldn't eat at all. It was so painful. Just to drink water was extremely painful. I would take about 5 bites and be done. I couldn't take the pain. My esophagus was so burned. I could feel it as stuff went down. Miserable days for me. My mom and came and watched movies with me all day. It was really nice to get to hang with her. I really love my mom. Im know my time is getting short with her so I was grateful for the time we spent. It was fun. Tuesday night my twin clients Kim and Ashley brought me dinner, Cafe Rio. I did try so hard to eat most of that. Although it was painful it was so delish. They are sweet girls!

Wednesday

Amy and Kim came to be with me. Kim made homemade pizza and spaghetti squash. So yummy. It was so nice of them to come and stay. I was getting to board and lonely! Thanks girls. I LOVE you!


So it took about 3 weeks to start feeling somewhat normal again. But I so have to say, I have the best husband ever!!  Husband of the year for sure!!  The man never left my side. He sat right next to me all day everyday for a week. He slept on the floor right next to me. He did about 4 loads of laundry a day. (I was making a mess with all the crap that was going on, YUCK) poor Mike. He was so amazing. He was so sweet, kind, loving and beyond helpful. He said to me on Sunday,  Honey, Im so glad you are doing so much better, that was so scary. I throw up a lot but that was just scary how sick you got, I don't want to ever go through that again. So sweet! 

Well its all over now...I can laugh about it now...a little  

The night before surgery. I wanted to remember how I used to look. 

  

My sweet client Lynette brought these in a few days before surgery. The card read

"remember there is always a plan"

so so sweet!!

A few hours after I got home

In my Amy Pjs

This is what I looked like when I went to bed

 And when I woke up

SCARY!!  Painful!!