Kudos to my surgeons, the nurses, anesthesiologists and everyone who puffed me full of gas, roto-rootered my uterus and sent me home yesterday.
As a joke, I placed temporary tattoos with patriotic themes all over my lower abdomen…..I thought it would be a cute joke, but it only made for more work for the scrub nurse….oops!!
The Vicoden the subscribed is giving me a headache, and the doctor is out of town for the Fourth of July, so I have to make do with Tylenol with Codeine, which is limiting my ability to move as much as I’d like.
Although they tried to remove all the gas, some of it remains and floats around my upper shoulders and chest….very uncomfortable. My insides feel all bruised up, and my organs feel as if they don’t know which way to go….like they can’t relax into their normal positions, because they’ve become accustomed to my uterus being in the way.
That’s all I have for today….back to bed!!
I remain humbled by all of the well-wishes, flowers, phone calls and e-messages.
