Six weeks ago yesterday was my hysterectomy - I am back in the office today and have not touched a computer since April 15th.
So I'll give you all the run down.
April 15th - my friend took me to the hospital - I was scared out of my mind as it was my first (and hopefully) only surgery.
As soon as they gave me the happy drugs I was good to go. The surgery went well. I had a Total Abdominal Hysterectomy and my surgeon also took one of my ovaries because it was so encased in a fibroid that she was worried she would cut the blood supply to it if she attempted to separate them.
I spent two nights in the hospital, that kind of sucked because I was kept in the maternity wing - but it was nice to walk past the nursery. On Friday evening the doctor released me.
I went home and started recovery. It was MUCH harder than I had anticipated. Your abs do a lot of work that you don't realize. Just getting out of bed was difficult. I had to roll to my side and push myself up with my arm.
The first two weeks were a haze of pain drugs and daytime tv. (Which is terrible, really and truly terrible.)
After that I started to be able to move around a little more and start walking. I was really surprised at how much swelling there was - for the first couple of weeks I could not fit into any of my pants and had to wear yoga pants. I couldn't drive for two weeks either. But I was really lucky - my roommate was fantastic and she did all the shopping, plus I had a few great friends who dropped dinner off for me, and also brought me McDonalds a couple of times on their lunch hours! That was super awesome!
A fantastic side effect was that because I couldn't go out anywhere I saved a TON of money while I was sick. So that's cool.
As I started to get better I got some projects done - I got a small garden planted in the back yard. 4 tomato plants - 4 peppers and some herbs. I got some flowers planted too.
I found myself dealing with major depression. Nothing has moved forward on the divorce front and I am going to have to file, my goal is to get that done this week, I didn't want to really think about it a lot while I was recovering. One of my girlfriends sent my ex a text on the day I had my surgery telling him about it - she never got any reply from him.
My depression got really bad - I would dream about babies - I dreamed one night that I was the nanny for the royal baby and I woke in tears. I went back to my doctor who upped my dosage of antidepressants.