Thank you so much for all of your thoughts, prayers, and kind comments about my surgery.
This is me and nurse Steve. This picture was part of a collage for our Christmas card picture. I guess I haven't shot any pictures of him lately. Hmmm. Steve can cook awesome food, clean, do laundry, is a hard worker, is a great dad, and he's awesome at wood working. He's also good at making me laugh, which has hurt a little more this week than it usually does! He's a great guy.
All went well during surgery (Thursday, February 7), and the Friday and Saturday afterward. I was able to go home on Friday since the doctor was able to do it lapriscropically. I was doing fine Friday and part of the day Saturday then things started to go downhill a little. First I was running a low grade fever. The doctor then prescribed me two antibiotics.
Sunday the fever got worse and I started getting sick. So, off to the emergency room where from 8:30 at night until 3:00 in the morning I find out that I am dehydrated and anemic. I then had to change antibiotics.
Monday afternoon at 1:00 I went to the doctor because she wanted to see me. I got sick in the waiting room and started crying because I was so embarrassed. It was bad enough going somewhere in public with no make-up on and looking as sick as I was without having to get sick in front of so many people.
The doctor was so upset. She said it wasn't supposed to be this way. I told her that I thought I would have a few days of recovery, but for the most part I would be enjoying Steve watching movies with me while he waits on me hand and foot! She said that's how she envisioned it, too!
In the meantime there's a big snowstorm/ice storm going on outside. Snow storms are great when your kids are little, but when they are grown, driving, and have babies...not so much.
The doctor ordered a CAT Scan. Well, 3 yucky, awful drinks and 9 freezing cold with no pain medication because I thought I would throw up the 3 yucky drinks hours later I find out that there isn't anything inside that's wrong. That's good!
Tuesday I had horrible migranes. All I wanted to be in was a very quiet, very dark room. I even wore sun glasses because there was such a glare from all of the ice and snow.
Wednesday it dawned on me I hadn't had caffiene because I was drinking so much water to keep from getting dehydrated, so Steve made me hot tea and the headaches went away.
The only thing I can figure out is that my body didn't like the pain medication. So instead of being on narcartics, I started doing 4 ibuprophen every 8 hours. Now I am down to 2 every 4 hours and I'm feeling better. In fact, I feel a whole lot better!
Some of you mentioned that I should allow the pampering. I do. I called my hairdresser today. She washed, dryed, flattened, curled, and smoothed my hair. I have really thick hair, and there's no way that I had the energy to do all of that. Afterwards, Steve and I went out to dinner.
Yesterday I was beginning to wonder when I would ever feel like blogging again. Now I am starting to feel like myself again. My kids will be so happy. They aren't used to seeing me sick. I was 15 when I took care of my Mom when she first had breast cancer and chemo. I wasn't as sick as she was, but I know how they feel. Mom's aren't supposed to be sick!
Thanks again for all the kind comments, thoughts, and prayers.
Oh, by the way...I have a patch now for the menopause part. I have had a couple of hot flashes, but the doctor said that it was probably because my body was so stressed out. I am always cold so when Steve came down stairs and I was in a sleeveless t-shirt and underwear with the fan going (and it's cold outside) he knew something was up (but not what he would be hoping for :)).