Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Yummy Tummy 1wk Post Myomectomy (NSFW)

I went back to work 10days after surgery with medium difficulty.  I pulled off my steristrips on Sat. because i basically froze them off with cool packs (and I was slightly intoxicated...they were basically ok to remove anyways..)

By today (13 days post op) I had medium pain..

But I doubled down.  Tuesday, I decided pet dished needed to be cleansed.  I missed a step, and sprained my ankle.  Dustin heard me fall and freaked.   (To be continued)

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Recovery: Week One

TLDR at bottom. 

Day 1 (Day of surgery):
Arrived at the Lakeside at 7:30AM, signed in and paid.
-Called back to presurgical area. Put on my Bear Hug garment. IV Started, easy peas.  Saline and antibiotics only. Very worried for a good hour prior to surgery, so I didn't say much.  Everybody thought I was drugged already, but I was really dazed from anxiety. 
-Rolled into the operating room. It was cold, but I was having my morning sweats, so it felt so good. The last thing I remember was my anesthesiologist telling me I should be feeling something. 
-The next thing I remember was waking up. I was so sleepy, and my knee jerk request was for coffee.  I was in and out all day, and my family was in my room, and I felt left out. So I asked for coffee all day, and all I got was a nope and a giggle every time. I got IV pain meds all day, and didn't feel pain for the most part, day one.
-I was awake that evening when my night nurse check on me. Surprise! She was Staci Driskill Maloney! At first I felt weird that she was going to see me in a pretty vulnerable state, but she was so professional, and nurturing.  Best nurse ever!
-The next morning I had my catheter out. That sucked for about ten seconds. Especially since it meant I had to get out of bed to pee afterwards. 

Day 2-
-New nurse checked on me, and tells me that Dr. Nelsen usually does her rounds midmorning.  Okey dokey. 
-Dustin gets a call that Lola needs to be picked up soon, so leaves to pick her up. Parents should be there soon. 
- Doze for awhile, and then Dr. Nelsen comes in and tells me that my blood count is great.....And also that my insurance company only approved my stay for one day. All alone, and freaking out.  Later my dad tells me that I was only admitted under 24hr observation, as opposed to being properly admitted to the hospital, meaning I could only stay until 1ish in the afternoon.  

- So I'm released to go home. I go to Braums on the way home! Because I'm a bauss!! And also to CVS to get my pain meds.  

-I sleep on and off for the following evening. Matthew stays the night, and he and Dustin take great care of me.  

Day 3,4:
Housework, dishes and laundry. Too much of it, out of boredom. Regrets later.

Day 5:
So. Much. Pain. Sleep all day. 

Day 6: Another rest day.

Day 7: Went to Guardians of the Galaxy at night. Fun, but uncomfortable. Popcorn for dinner.

Day 8: Went to my momma's house. We had so much fun  watching reality show smut! Love it! Mild to moderate pain.

Day 9: Petsmart and Earls BBQ. Also, Guardians of the Galaxy on IMAX 3D. 

Day 10: Rest. Plan on working monday. 

TLDR:  Surgery; surprise early release; 2 hard busy days; 2 resty days; weekend activities.  Sunday rest. 

Also, no pictures of fibroid yet, for those interested.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Lady's Having Surgery

Since my last post, I have undergone Lupron treatment for about seven months.  It has actually been great. I have suffered from PMDD and excruciating lady cycles since about my freshman year in college, and after starting Lupron I have been "cured", temporarily.  Hot flashes and mental fog are easy peas compared (que self pity)to the severe depression and pain two weeks out of the month.  Poor Christyna.

(Side note: PMDD is a real thing, I promise. The only times I have wanted to SELF INJURE/KILL MYSELF have been directly associated with the late luteal phase of my lady cycle. For several years, this was my normal. It was some seriously dark shit.

I'm having surgery in three days to remove my fibraby.  I will post pictures for those with strong stomachs. That's the part that I'm excited about; seeing the thing I had been growing in my Lady Womb for however many years. I'm the type of person who frequents   The part I'm no excited about is preop, post op, recovery. Pain. Yuck. No me gusta.

I have been Googling "preoperative anxiety", and I'm "moderate", which is totally normal. What? It's totally normal to not be able to sleep very well and have anxiety prior to surgery? Booooooo. I thought my "suffering" all extraordinary 'n shit.  It is not.

I'm still kinda in denial, but I will update my vast audience during my down time. I promise to include all the GORY DETAILS.  Waht waht!!

You know you want to see the gross stuff! I won't disappoint!

Side Note: 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Hope in the face of dissapointment (TLDR at end)

I have, for a very long time, wanted to become a mother.  I have a baby plan. I have been checking things off of this list systematically for at least three years.  My husband, to my frustration, has a baby plan of his own, which has more requirements to check then my own.

I thought that as I approached 30 years old, the more realistic parenthood would become.

Then, in the wake of extraordinary work stress late last year, I started bleeding..a lot. Lady Bleeding sucks, so I sought professional advise. This lead to an ultrasound, which discovered a fibroid the size of a three month pregnancy.  I like to call it a monstroid. This was actually a fortunate discovery provoked by lots of stress, as my lady times have since returned to normal. 

I will begin Lupron within this coming week, and will undergo induced temporary menopause to shrink my monstroid.  In three to six months I will have surgery to remove it. 

I give zero shits about the symptoms of Lupron and the side effects of surgery.  What I give shits about is the potential complication of a hysterectomy. I am doing my best to prepare myself for this complication, but infertility could be the largest disappointment of my life.

Honestly, I'm in denial. Which could be interpreted as hope. Hope, wishful thinking, I'm not entirely sure of the difference anymore. What I know is that this event will shape my life forever.  Either way I plan to become a Mother, but my path to motherhood has already become different from what I imagined because of my condition. 

Life happens, and this is one speed bump among many. I never anticipated this, but will have to deal with it.  Such is life, and I hope that I will become a more enlightened parent as a result.

TLDR: I have a fibroid. I may have trouble getting pregnant. Such is life.