Everything is perfect and regular. Have a great Christmas! I still get emails from this site and I also still check up on it. Don’t be afraid to leave a comment!
My period is regular, just like it was pre-op. I feel normal. No PTLS symptoms(Of course, not). Best decision of my life. Thank you for the support. I love you guys that are supportive of the child-free life. <3 Have a great day!
First of all, this blog will be a little graphic.
My period came on about a week late. Ok, that’s weird, but fine. The days leading up to my period was a little bad. Cramping a bit more than usual, but I could still function… But then it hit. My period came on hard and heavy from the get-go! The cramps on the first two days averaged out to be about 7/10, with 10 being the worst. The first day, all I did was lay in bed in the fetal position. It was all that I could do. The stomach pains were intense. I was light headed and dizzy, also. The second day, I could move around, but I was a bit slow. The rest of the days were fine with minimal cramping, but the flow was very, very heavy and very chunky and a deep red color. All of which is not normal for me. It only stayed on for about 4 days and that is normal. I pray that the rest of my periods return to normal or at least without the pain… and the chunkiness cause that was super gross…
I feel fine. No different. I think my monthly is about to come on. Other than that, everything feels normal. I am 100% loving this choice! I was able to have relations a week after surgery with small, small, small discomfort. Nothing worth stopping over. lol I didn’t really notice it. Life is good. Have a great day.
Meds: Moltron PM
Thursday(day of surgery) I came home and was able to walk around. I couldn’t feel my thighs so that made walking difficult, but not to bad. I could walk unassisted to my room upstairs. I got home, called a friend and then went into a deep sleep. I woke up like six hours later, updated my blog, posted on The Childfree Life forum and tried urinating. That’s when I noticed that I had to push for urine to come out, it usually just flows out… After that, I took another pain med and woke up at around 4am. I took another pill and woke up late in the morning of Friday. No pain in my stomach or in my incisions. My throat was killing me and I couldn’t stop coughing. I could only drink milk and towards the end of Thursday, I could eat Cherrios. Anything else made me sick! I stalked up on Gatorade but couldn’t even drink it.
Friday: When I woke up, I took my cat outside for some fresh air. I still wasn’t in pain, but my throat was still burning. After some fresh air and some ice cream, I took another pain pill and I went back to sleep. I woke up that evening at around 8pm and my stomach and incisions were hurting. Not a lot but enough for me to take another pill. I had to work tomorrow, so I hoped that everything will be numbed up before Saturday. My throat was still hurting. I could urine regularly. I went outside and cooked a hotdog over my landlord’s fire pit. I was still coughing about every 5 minute. I went to sleep later that night and woke up in the wee hours of the morning with a pounding pressure headache. I figured I’d just sleep it off.
On Saturday, when I woke up that morning, I had a massive headache with a lot of pressure. On this day, I started hallucinating, also. No joke. Nothing serious, but I kept seeing things running across my room, or people looking at my through the window at my job. That got kidna creepy. Everything was also in slow motion and I was confused a lot. During work, I was in a bit of pain, nauseas and still had my headache though my whole 8 hour shift. I came home, took two Moltron PM’s and went to sleep. This was the first time I took two at a time. I was up for hours. I wasn’t nauseated anymore because I was laying down and my headache lessened even though it was still there. My stomach stopped hurting. I just couldn’t go to sleep.
Sunday(today) I feel a lot better. I slept in a bit and missed church but it was needed. I don’t have any pains or headaches. I even slept on my stomach this morning. I am not seeing anything crazy or hallucinating anything. Hopefully work goes well. My scars are hardly visible. I couldn’t even find the bottom one this morning. They are healing quite well.
I’ll update soon! See ya!
I wrote this in a medicated state. I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, so I will update now, and edit later.
Thanks, you guys, gals and lesbians for your support. <3
The doctor came in to the room and asked if I was ready while he hooked up stronger meds to my IV. They told me not to worry because they would give me pain meds afterwards and nausea meds so that I would throw up and I'd wake up feeling "fiiiiine". I smiled and they rolled me back. I had my eyes closed as they rolled me into a room with about seven people in it. There was a student who was in there also. They pushed me over to the bed and told me to hop to the other one. The nurse tried to pull my cover off of me and ended up opening my gown and the student got flashed. I was mad at that. I grumbled, "Hey, Watch it, lady!" Clearly the stronger meds were kicking in. That, and I didn't want to flash the nice young lady. I didn't even shave….
With that being said, I moved to the other bed… and I remember being woken up and confused. My vision was 90% blurry and everything was in slow motion, even sound. The nurse kept calling my name. I couldn't understand anything. My eye sight got to about 50% and I saw the nurse. She told me something and then she left. I wanted her to stay with me because I felt so lost and didn't know what was going on. I felt some cramps in my stomach(like 1/10) and normally I would just ignore it, but in my confuzzled head, I was freaking out and mumbled "My stomach hurts." The nurse gave me some pain meds.
When I spoke, I noticed that my throat was hurting pretty bad…. I coughed and coughed and couldn't stop. I sat up and said in between the coughing, "I think I'm going to throw up!" They gave me a throw up baggie(gross) and nausea meds. I thankfully didn't throw up, but I still couldn't stop coughing.
They asked if I wanted some crackers and Cranberry juice. Yay! My two favorite things. I ate 1/8 of a cracker and my mouth got dryer than it was before. I couldn't get the saliva flowing so I drunk some juice. Disaster. I started coughing all over the place and the juice almost made me throw up. I laid back down and continued the throat burning coughing until they gave me a bag of my belongings. I could stand up at this point, so I said I wanted to get dressed.
When I stood up, my legs felt like spaghetti. I moved really slow and got dressed with no problem. They gave me a really thick pad to wear incase I started to bleed. I told them that there was no way that I was walking to my ride and they said they were going to wheel me out. I told everyone thanks and got rolled out to my ride. I was still coughing every minute. I got home and the walk across my hilly yard was crazy. It felt like my thighs weren't there, but I could feel my knees down to my feet. Weird feeling.
I went to go to the rest room and I had to push a little so that I could urinate. Only a small tiny stream came out. If I stopped pushing, the stream stopped. That wasn't really a problem, it was just odd. I guess I had a catheter? I also don't feel any "air bubble" in my stomach, nor do I have any shoulder pain. I was shaved when I left. lol I honestly don't know what went on in the operating room… Well, If any one has any questions about anything, inbox me. I don't think I will be updating that much, maybe the next will be my 2 week appointment. I will be actively reading emails and comments to this blog! You guys have a great day. I'm going to sleep.
It is now about 6:30pm on Thursday. I am alive. Surgery was scheduled for 7:15am. Left the hospital at around noon. Please forgive me for any misspellings or if the story doesn’t flow well. Those pain meds are a doozy. This is the first time since I left the hospital that I could string together a thought.
I thought that this was going to be a disaster. On Wednesday, the day before, I got a phone call at around noon to discuss my history, my religion and all that jazz. After the conversation, I was told that I had to get blood work done that day. Mind you, I’m pretty broke and had no idea that I needed to go back to Meriden that day! I had a lot of things scheduled that particular day and my car was on the fritz… Did I mention that I was broke? I was a little pissed that they didn’t just do any durn blood work when I went to my pre-op or they could have just did it today. It was just a pregnancy test. Anyway, I realized that people would kill to be in my position, so I didn’t grumble. I prayed my car would make it there and it did, flawlessly.
Since I had such a long day of non stop running around, I was pretty sleepy that night. I put the clothes aside that I was going to wear up there and I made sure I had my ID and…. insurance card?! Where’s my insurance card?!!!!!!!! I looked high and low, I tore up my car, I tore up my room. I must have thrown it away by mistake. I was freaking out. I called the hospital at around 9:40pm and asked if they could still take me the following morning without my card. I used it there before so I hoped they had it on file. The operator said that it was too late to answer that question. I prayed again and went off to sleep.
I woke up a bit earlier than supposed to and watched some videos on YouTube, then took a shower and waited for my ride, hoping they didn’t sleep in by mistake. They made it on time and we were off!
I arrived at the surgery center and checked myself in. I told them that I didn’t have my insurance ID and he said, with the straightest face, “You’ll have to come back tomorrow.” I almost died right then and there. Then he said, “Just Kidding! Have a seat.” Grrrrrr…..
I was called in after about 10 minutes of waiting. I got a parade of questions while they took my pulse and blood pressure. I noticed my pulse was 82ish when I first got there because I was nervous. The staff were ALL upbeat and friendly and calmed me down enough to get my pulse down to 65. The smock that they gave me didn’t tie in the back, like usual, and I felt so exposed. Then I couldn’t figure out how to lay in the bed. I didn’t want my bare butt to touch the bed! A nurse came in as soon as I was having my dilemma. She told me to just open my gown and lay down even if it didn’t feel natural. lol Apparently, the gown had a port to hook up a heating/air nozzle. It was cold, so nurse turned on the heat and my gown blew up, It felt like Violet Beauregard from Willy Wanka and the Chocolate factory; big body, regular sized hands and head. It felt really good… They put an IV in my arm, not sure if something was flowing through or not. She gave me a television remote and told me to relax, and relax I did! I waited so long that I fell asleep and had a falling dream. I am glad no one saw me jerk awake. I was visited by my anesthesiologist who asked if I had any questions and also by a lot of nurses. One of which said that my Doctor had an emergency C-section to help with, so my operation was postponed. After an two or three hours of watching talk shows(I see why I don’t watch tv, it’s all smut) I finally saw my doctor come in! Yay!
Thank you guys for your supporting words!!!!!!!!! I’ll blog in full detail about tomorrow! Thanks, again!
Today(August 1st, 2013) I had a pre-op appointment for the surgery. I had no idea what would happen. Whenever I tried to Google it, I just got stories about what happened right before the TL.
But, before I get into that…..
The waiting room was FILLED with crying kids and stressed out moms who were dead tired!!!!!! I kept to myself, but, that just made me feel oh, so much better about my decision. Don’t get me wrong, I am 100% in wanting the TL, but when I see bad little kids, it just justifies an already justified decision… There was a lot of preggers women wobbling around. Nice. lol
Anyway, The actually meeting with the doctor lasted a couple of minutes. Doctor remembered that I knew what I wanted. He said he has to tell me again, that the procedure was non reversible. He asked if it was ok for a student to be present in the room and he asked if I can receive if I need it. I said yes to both. He wrote a prescription for some pain meds, explained the procedure and told me that the hospital will call me a day before to tell me what time to arrive for my surgery…. Alrighty.
Two more weeks! <3 You guys rock! Thanks for your support.