Things learned from Post-Op

Greetings all,

Well I had my post-op appointment today and while I want to update you on it, I must begin by going back a few days. If anything it will give you a laugh, an awful visual, or a sympathetic plight for me in my condition.

I will begin with Friday, as it was my first day out and about all by my lonesome. There was a meeting at work that I wanted to attend and thought would be a good start to slowly returning to my routine. I had no idea how exhausting it would be for me and how little activity would affect me. The meeting was good for me and I am glad i went, plus good to see some of my fellow co-workers. Once I returned home, I was out like a light and did not resume from my sleep state for about 4 hours. Just in enough time to go back to sleep, since Davin had to be up early for work. Poor guy has seen me quite a bit lately but more in a sleeping mode than anything else. :)

We both woke up early Saturday morning and Davin made me breakfast before he got ready for work. So sweet! Before he left however, I started not feeling well. I am sure he thought it was my way of getting him to stay home. But, something was not right. I was already in the bathroom when he left for work. The next half hour to hour was brutal. Intense pain, feeling nauseated, etc. Davin arrived at work and had been there about 10 minutes, when he got a call from me saying "COME HOME"! He knew it had to be bad, as I would never ask him to come home especially when he just got to work. For those of you that might not be aware, we don't exactly live close to Davin's work. Poor guy got back in his truck and came home to find the following: (if you have queasy stomach or rather not know this about me, you may want to skip to the next paragraph!) me in bathroom on toilet, covered in my own vomit and unable to move due to my state. Yes, it is extremely funny now but Saturday morning I just wanted to cry! As hard as it is to believe, I didn't. Davin cleaned me up, got me in shower, cleaned rest of my mess in bathroom and got me back in bed. Where I literally slept the rest of the weekend away. Talk about excitement in the Rutherford Household! Yes, I am better and all is good for now. :)

My post-op appointment went well today. We discussed a few things we had previously discussed in the hospital, as I had to admit I did not remember it all. My doctor stated that the mass, including fibroids weighed about a liter. I could embellish that weight as to make it sound like it has contributed to my weight issue, but alas no can do. DANG IT! :) Anyway, the doc examined my incisions and was a little worried about the biggest one. It seems the glue used had come off already on part of the incision and had been exposed. She seemed not as worried as it looked like the skin was already healing over itself, which basically means my scar will be a little more than I bargained for. She asked that I keep an eye on it, so we can keep it from becoming infected. The only thing I am particularly concerned about at this point is the fact that they are starting to itch!! Holy cow...reminds me of the episode of Friends where Phoebe and Martin Sheen have chicken pox and they try and find ways to scratch. lol

I am now "officially" able to drive short distances, I can begin doing small tasks, I am still not able to lift anything over 5lbs...which ironically would include my own purse. :) I am gonna start working from home as much as I can to one make money and two feel productive! But, we will see what happens. First, I must get back into a normal sleeping pattern. I am up at odd hours and still find myself dozing anywhere, anytime. Man...all the sudden I feel old!