Dear friendly egg . . . corpus luteum cyst,
We saw you ready to release in my OR party pics.
I know you are gone now & I'm not really sad
Because my body is still sore and it hurts pretty bad.
Ovulation is here and quickly going away
I know you're already done working and on your way.
I just can't give you a mate, a fine little swimmer
If Todd even touches me I might croak in a glimmer.
Everyone says to take many pain pills
And do the deed with purpose - no fun or frills.
Though I'll graciously pass, my always-loved friend
Please come back next month because I expect to see you again.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
BBs or Bullets - I don't care.
Keep your damn guns at home. Don't bring them into my school. I don't care what your lame excuse is. Why did your 7 year old brother have it in the first place? GAH. You are only 11 years old. And your momma needs to parent you. Obviously.
Uh . . . yeah . . . I went back to work today.
Uh . . . yeah . . . I went back to work today.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Rejoining Humanity
I mentioned in my long story post how my mom is such a wonderful nurse - and she is. But have I told you how wonderful Todd is? He's been so amazing, sweet, caring, and helpful. There's no way I could have made it the past few days without my incredible husband.
Saturday was not a fun day. We went for a walk & I only made it about 1/2 a block. That night I was fighting pain & not wanting to take more drugs. Todd told me I was being "unreasonable" and hunted down my bottle of pain pills. Yesterday was better but not great. My bloating has decreased some - so much that I found yet another small incision hole. Surprise! After I was back in bed by noon for a nap, Todd looked at me & said, "I just don't see how you'll make it at work tomorrow." I honestly didn't see it either. So, today I'm at home.
I couldn't sleep last night after one pain pill, so I popped another & slept nine hours. :) I even slept on my side for the last hour or so & that was sheer bliss. I was able to get out of bed without moaning & groaning, so that's progress too. My beloved Stevie is sleeping on the bed next to me but has been so good & not tried to paw at me, hug me, or climb on top of me. I've missed cuddling with my baby dog, so I'm looking forward to that!
There is light at the end of my uterus . . .
Saturday was not a fun day. We went for a walk & I only made it about 1/2 a block. That night I was fighting pain & not wanting to take more drugs. Todd told me I was being "unreasonable" and hunted down my bottle of pain pills. Yesterday was better but not great. My bloating has decreased some - so much that I found yet another small incision hole. Surprise! After I was back in bed by noon for a nap, Todd looked at me & said, "I just don't see how you'll make it at work tomorrow." I honestly didn't see it either. So, today I'm at home.
I couldn't sleep last night after one pain pill, so I popped another & slept nine hours. :) I even slept on my side for the last hour or so & that was sheer bliss. I was able to get out of bed without moaning & groaning, so that's progress too. My beloved Stevie is sleeping on the bed next to me but has been so good & not tried to paw at me, hug me, or climb on top of me. I've missed cuddling with my baby dog, so I'm looking forward to that!
There is light at the end of my uterus . . .
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Story Time!
Sorry I haven't been Kristin-on-the-spot with updating this blog, but too bad. I've been tired, sore, and drugged. However, in true blogger's fashion, Ill try to tell you about the blur the past few days have been. (Disclaimer: between my pain meds & my laptop having a mind of its own, please excuse any errors.)
Everyone get some popcorn & get comfortable. I'm going to tell you a story. Please . . . no cell phones, no pagers, and no crying babies. Featuring:
A Storm, A Runaway, A Nurse, A Silver-Legged Robot, Some Surgery, A Comic, A Horse, Party Pics . . . and a Wasted Egg
Wednesday night
STORM . . . Everyone in the metroplex knows what bad storms we had that night. I didn't sleep from 3-5am while waiting for the sounds of freight trains (aka tornadoes). We didn't get hit - just lost some branches so we were lucky. Mother Nature is nuts.
Thursday
RUNAWAY . . . My mom came to pick me up & when she opened the door, Steve ran for the hills. Luckily, the storm had tree branches & stuff scattered everywhere, so he didn't get too far. Unluckily, she tried to chase him down. I was getting dressed, so I finally figured it all out & got him into the house.
NURSE . . . Thankfully, my mom (who is a nurse) took me to the hospital & stayed with me through the afternoon and evening. She helped keep me calm, entertain me, speak medical jargon, dress me, feed me, and nurse me. My mom is really the best nurse ever.
SILVER-LEGGED ROBOT . . . That would be me, the main character of this story. For some reason, I was given the largest hospital gown ever known to mankind. Mom & I got a kick out of it. I was also given silver legging things to wear during surgery. Yep, I looked like a freak. What else is new? The entertainment of looking like a silver-legged robot provided us some relief from the nervousness I was feeling.
SOME SURGERY . . . My surgery lasted about two hours. My awesome OB/Gyn did some "spelunking" around my uterus & tubes (hysteroscopy, laproscopy & chromotubal thing). All clear! Dr. T. removed a large fibroid inside my uterus, burned two on the outside of my uterus, and - to all of our surprise - removed a lot of endometriosis none of us knew I had (endometrial biopsy & ablation). He noticed a large corpus luteum (it's an egg!) preparing to release. The doctor said I'm fertile, but he definitely wants me on blood thinner injections for our next pregnancy.
COMIC . . . That's my awesome Doctor. After my surgery, he found my mom in the waiting room to tell her that my surgery went well. The conversation went something like this:
Dr. - "She did great! Well, actually she was asleep the whole time. I did great!" Yeah, he's funny. I guess he did do a great job, though.
HORSE . . . That would be me again. When I woke up in Recovery, I was in a lot of pain. They pumped me with some more pain meds and eventually moved me back to my room around 3:30 (my surgery started at noon). I was still in pain, so I was given more drugs. Then, I got cut off like a drunk chick in a bar. Okay, so that's giving up to much of my past. :)
I apparently had been given Demerol, 18mg of Morphine, some Toradal, and one Percoset. Yes, I was drugged almost enough to put a horse down! When they told me I'd have to be admitted if my pain couldn't get under control, I sped up my recovery. I still felt awful, but my pain level suddenly dropped to a two. Time to drink something, go to the bathroom & go home.
PARTY PICS . . . My comedian/doctor left my mom all sorts of pictures of my insides and things he did to them. They looked interesting after lots of drugs, but they're kinda gross now.
My mom and I got home around 7:00 that night, so it made for a long day. I proceeded to vomit upon getting home, and then was able to get some soup down. I was getting hungry and dehydrated after no food for 24 hours.
WASTED EGG . . . Dr. T. said that I would not be on any kind of pelvic rest after my surgery. Considering I have three small incisions & an EXTREMELY bloated stomach that would beat out any beer gut or any 5-month pregnant woman, I think that big egg the doctor mentioned will just go to waste. I wish he could have just saved that egg for later, but thankfully my body seems to make enough for now.
I would offer you a "The End" now, but I'm hoping this is "The Beginning" for us. The beginning of my body functioning properly, the beginning of us not only getting pregnant but STAYING pregnant. Now THAT will be a story to beat all stories!
Time for another pain pill and some sleep. I hope.
Everyone get some popcorn & get comfortable. I'm going to tell you a story. Please . . . no cell phones, no pagers, and no crying babies. Featuring:
A Storm, A Runaway, A Nurse, A Silver-Legged Robot, Some Surgery, A Comic, A Horse, Party Pics . . . and a Wasted Egg
Wednesday night
STORM . . . Everyone in the metroplex knows what bad storms we had that night. I didn't sleep from 3-5am while waiting for the sounds of freight trains (aka tornadoes). We didn't get hit - just lost some branches so we were lucky. Mother Nature is nuts.
Thursday
RUNAWAY . . . My mom came to pick me up & when she opened the door, Steve ran for the hills. Luckily, the storm had tree branches & stuff scattered everywhere, so he didn't get too far. Unluckily, she tried to chase him down. I was getting dressed, so I finally figured it all out & got him into the house.
NURSE . . . Thankfully, my mom (who is a nurse) took me to the hospital & stayed with me through the afternoon and evening. She helped keep me calm, entertain me, speak medical jargon, dress me, feed me, and nurse me. My mom is really the best nurse ever.
SILVER-LEGGED ROBOT . . . That would be me, the main character of this story. For some reason, I was given the largest hospital gown ever known to mankind. Mom & I got a kick out of it. I was also given silver legging things to wear during surgery. Yep, I looked like a freak. What else is new? The entertainment of looking like a silver-legged robot provided us some relief from the nervousness I was feeling.
SOME SURGERY . . . My surgery lasted about two hours. My awesome OB/Gyn did some "spelunking" around my uterus & tubes (hysteroscopy, laproscopy & chromotubal thing). All clear! Dr. T. removed a large fibroid inside my uterus, burned two on the outside of my uterus, and - to all of our surprise - removed a lot of endometriosis none of us knew I had (endometrial biopsy & ablation). He noticed a large corpus luteum (it's an egg!) preparing to release. The doctor said I'm fertile, but he definitely wants me on blood thinner injections for our next pregnancy.
COMIC . . . That's my awesome Doctor. After my surgery, he found my mom in the waiting room to tell her that my surgery went well. The conversation went something like this:
Dr. - "She did great! Well, actually she was asleep the whole time. I did great!" Yeah, he's funny. I guess he did do a great job, though.
HORSE . . . That would be me again. When I woke up in Recovery, I was in a lot of pain. They pumped me with some more pain meds and eventually moved me back to my room around 3:30 (my surgery started at noon). I was still in pain, so I was given more drugs. Then, I got cut off like a drunk chick in a bar. Okay, so that's giving up to much of my past. :)
I apparently had been given Demerol, 18mg of Morphine, some Toradal, and one Percoset. Yes, I was drugged almost enough to put a horse down! When they told me I'd have to be admitted if my pain couldn't get under control, I sped up my recovery. I still felt awful, but my pain level suddenly dropped to a two. Time to drink something, go to the bathroom & go home.
PARTY PICS . . . My comedian/doctor left my mom all sorts of pictures of my insides and things he did to them. They looked interesting after lots of drugs, but they're kinda gross now.
My mom and I got home around 7:00 that night, so it made for a long day. I proceeded to vomit upon getting home, and then was able to get some soup down. I was getting hungry and dehydrated after no food for 24 hours.
WASTED EGG . . . Dr. T. said that I would not be on any kind of pelvic rest after my surgery. Considering I have three small incisions & an EXTREMELY bloated stomach that would beat out any beer gut or any 5-month pregnant woman, I think that big egg the doctor mentioned will just go to waste. I wish he could have just saved that egg for later, but thankfully my body seems to make enough for now.
I would offer you a "The End" now, but I'm hoping this is "The Beginning" for us. The beginning of my body functioning properly, the beginning of us not only getting pregnant but STAYING pregnant. Now THAT will be a story to beat all stories!
Time for another pain pill and some sleep. I hope.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
My EHLCABCXYZ Surgery
My friend Jess calls it that, but it's really just "EHLC" + something else I don't know how to spell. We'll just call it "surgery" for now since that's easier to type and say!
My surgery is scheduled for Thursday at noon. No food/drink after midnight, check in at 10am, surgery at noon, in OR for about twoish hours, recovery, go home . I know how outpatient surgery often works, so I hope to be out of there before the end of the night! Luckily I'll have my own personal outpatient surgery nurse (a.k.a. my Mom) with me.
So, what is EHLC? I thought you'd never ask! If you are sensitive about girlie stuff, stop reading now. Some of you can handle it all (shout out to Newtie)!
E = endometrial biopsy (biopsy of my endometrial/uterine lining)
H = hysteroscopy (an inside tour of my parts)
L = laparoscopy (an inside tour of my parts laparoscopically)
C = chromotubal-blahblahblah (shooting dye through my tubes to check for blockage)
There is one more part where radio frequency will be used to remove a fibroid from my uterus. The uterus is about the size of a fist, and the fibroid is about 35mm x 24mm which is a decent size. I just hope my hooha doesn't start playing music or need the station changed when commercials play. That would be a little uncomfortable for me - especially in public situations.
Tomorrow I have to go by the hospital for my pre-op bloodwork. It'll be a rush getting out of school on time and racing to the other side of town, but I'll be there. I have been vampired more in the past year than I probably have in my entire life, and honestly, I'm sick of it. WHEN (not if) we get pregnant again, I'll be on daily shots of Lovenox (a blood thinner), so I might as well be all friendly with the needles now.
To add insult to injury, I got another pre-surgery deposit statement from the doctor. So far I'm out $2300 and that's just the beginning. It think it's cheaper to have a baby than not to have one.
All in all, we'd go through needle sticks, surgery, money, or whatever we can if in the end we have a healthy baby in our arms. It's just the beginning of the sacrifice and love called parenthood.
Oh, and did I tell you that I'm really scared? Uh, yeah. Really. Can I get an IV now?
My surgery is scheduled for Thursday at noon. No food/drink after midnight, check in at 10am, surgery at noon, in OR for about twoish hours, recovery, go home . I know how outpatient surgery often works, so I hope to be out of there before the end of the night! Luckily I'll have my own personal outpatient surgery nurse (a.k.a. my Mom) with me.
So, what is EHLC? I thought you'd never ask! If you are sensitive about girlie stuff, stop reading now. Some of you can handle it all (shout out to Newtie)!
E = endometrial biopsy (biopsy of my endometrial/uterine lining)
H = hysteroscopy (an inside tour of my parts)
L = laparoscopy (an inside tour of my parts laparoscopically)
C = chromotubal-blahblahblah (shooting dye through my tubes to check for blockage)
There is one more part where radio frequency will be used to remove a fibroid from my uterus. The uterus is about the size of a fist, and the fibroid is about 35mm x 24mm which is a decent size. I just hope my hooha doesn't start playing music or need the station changed when commercials play. That would be a little uncomfortable for me - especially in public situations.
Tomorrow I have to go by the hospital for my pre-op bloodwork. It'll be a rush getting out of school on time and racing to the other side of town, but I'll be there. I have been vampired more in the past year than I probably have in my entire life, and honestly, I'm sick of it. WHEN (not if) we get pregnant again, I'll be on daily shots of Lovenox (a blood thinner), so I might as well be all friendly with the needles now.
To add insult to injury, I got another pre-surgery deposit statement from the doctor. So far I'm out $2300 and that's just the beginning. It think it's cheaper to have a baby than not to have one.
All in all, we'd go through needle sticks, surgery, money, or whatever we can if in the end we have a healthy baby in our arms. It's just the beginning of the sacrifice and love called parenthood.
Oh, and did I tell you that I'm really scared? Uh, yeah. Really. Can I get an IV now?
Photo Meme
Dang you Meg!!!!
No images available (I went to East Texas State University, now A&M Commerce)
What's your favorite type of shoe?
What's your favorite song?
Right now:
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FINISHED! Now I can get something done today . . .
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
BOHICA #2
My surgery is scheduled for next week, so plans are being set by not only me but Todd, my mom, the hospital, doctor's office and more. Luckily Todd and my mom won't be charging me. However that's a bit different for the hospital and doctor.
I completed my pre-certification process with the hospital earlier this week. I answered questions, gave insurance details, emergency info, etc. The woman with whom I was speaking ended our call by saying she's get back with me about the details of my copay/deductible.
$1896.30. What? Yep, that's right. Almost nineteen hundred dollars. And that's just the hospital. They better be lining my uterus with huge, high-quality diamonds. I'm a teacher not a money tree!
Then, to compound the situation I get my pre-surgery instructions from the doctor. My deposit of almost $400 is due prior to surgery. That should cover the diamond and gold-encrusted fallopian tubes and ovaries.
C'mon now . . . and why do I have insurance? It's obviously cheaper to have a baby than not to have one. It's all insane.
And I was complaining about the cost of a tank of gas. Ahem.
I completed my pre-certification process with the hospital earlier this week. I answered questions, gave insurance details, emergency info, etc. The woman with whom I was speaking ended our call by saying she's get back with me about the details of my copay/deductible.
$1896.30. What? Yep, that's right. Almost nineteen hundred dollars. And that's just the hospital. They better be lining my uterus with huge, high-quality diamonds. I'm a teacher not a money tree!
Then, to compound the situation I get my pre-surgery instructions from the doctor. My deposit of almost $400 is due prior to surgery. That should cover the diamond and gold-encrusted fallopian tubes and ovaries.
C'mon now . . . and why do I have insurance? It's obviously cheaper to have a baby than not to have one. It's all insane.
And I was complaining about the cost of a tank of gas. Ahem.
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