Topic: Personal
OW OW OW OW OW OW OW
Just home from the hospital. I had my surgery on Monday morning, and it turned out that I had 21 - yes, twenty-one - tumors in my uterus that had to come out. The smallest of the bastards was the size of a marble, and the largest like a computer mouse. I also found out later that I bled so severely that my surgeons were moving towards a transfusion. Having 21 tumors cut from my body through a 5 inch gash is really, really, really painful. I woke up in the recovery room in more pain that I'd ever imagined possible being in while still alive. I thought my body would just kill itself by that point. I was attached to a PCA of hydromorphone for a day and half, and now I'm home with vicodin.
So the moral of this story is, try never to grow any tumors in your uterus.
The incision is HUGE and RED with a big row of staples. It's so long that it practically reaches from leg to leg across my lower abdomen. It hurts abominably - and abdominally too. I can only have 1 Vicodin 5/500 every 4 hours, and I can't sleep through the night yet - I woke up last night after about 6 hours, the painkiller had wore off but the pain hasn't. Stupid tumors.
It's nice to be home, to be able to wash my hair, and get some peace and quiet too. The hospital has got to be the worst place for people who needs rest - people coming and going, machines beeping and wheezing, squalling children visiting next door, etc. Why do people bring toddlers along to hospital visits for 3 hours? Surely even grandma's had enough of him by the end of the visit.
I'm paranoiacally checking the incision every few hours for sign of infection, which scares me more than anything.
It hurts - had I mentioned that already?
