On our way to Denver we received a phone call from the hospital where my surgery was to take place the next morning. They had already checked my insurance and determined what I had yet to meet on my deductible and required that we pay them right then over the phone or they would be canceling my surgery! It was crazy because I already knew that I was thousands of dollars beyond my deductible-it just hadn’t all posted to insurance yet. It was literally 4 months later we received our money back.
The surgeon had warned us it may be a long surgery-it just depended how deep things were when he got in but we were excited. Excited for new hope.
The hospital was beautiful. I actually got a foot-rub while waiting in pre-op. Not. Kidding. I was in the women’s health wing so they advised me that everyone that would be taking care of me would be female (except the surgeon, of course!). It really was a wonderful experience. After telling the Anesthesiologist about my experience after anesthesia with Noelle she assured me that I would do great! She said while I was asleep she would actually do acupuncture to my wrist and this would prevent those symptoms. She must have done it as I had a little pin-prick mark after surgery and had no. headache. what-so-ever.
The surgery itself lasted over five hours and he did it all laparoscopically with the morcellator! What a stud! He removed the softball, eight other fibroids and found endometriosis. Aha! This was actually probably what has been causing my week three symptoms all of these years. He scraped as much of the endometriosis out as possible and did a hysteroscopy also that showed the inside of my uterus to be normal.
The first thing I said in recovery was “did he have to open?”. We were so blessed. Recovery was tough. The pain was not good. They were able to get on top of it but with that, they shot my respiratory drive to heck and then had to spend hours reminding me to breathe to keep my oxygen levels up. We had been told if the surgery was successful per scope that I would be able to go home that day. Of course we had absolutely no intentions of driving five hours home, rather had reservations to stay a few days in Denver first. It was in the middle of the night before I was able to maintain my oxygen on my own-well after midnight and even then the only reason we left is because my room was too hot! Anyone that knows us knows that we don’t care to be hot! Bring on the air and we sleep with a fan so off to the hotel we went.
My recollection of the next 48 hours is very vague. My Husband was awesomsauce, I tell you. He essentially set his alarm and woke me every four hours giving me the medications for pain and nausea they had recommended. He had an array of snacks he would feed me, pop the pills in me and back to sleep I went.
Once home it was great to be in our own bed. I didn’t know it at the time but Adam (loving his camera as he does) was photographing things those few days.
…the joke was that as we were in Colorado they gave me a “potsicle” instead of a popsicle, I mean MY GOODNESS, just look at me!
Two hours in….
2 1/2 hours in….
4 hours in…
5 hours in (starting to worry)…
He was wiped. Just look at his eyes in this last picture, poor dude was exhausted! What would I do without him? He is my everything-the only thing I think of before bed, in my dreams and the first thing I think of when I awake!
at the hotel before leaving to come home….
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