Firstly, I wasn’t expecting to still be here. The original plan (as I understood) was that I have the surgery Thursday morning, stay overnight and be discharged Friday morning.
So, the surgery happened earlyish Thursday morning, a laparotomy, so I will have a larger scar. I spent most of the day dozing and medicated. One of those pain med on-demand things plus a fair amount of pain when I moved. A lovely diet of clear fluids.
Then this morning my catheter came out and I failed to need to wee for some time ( I had to wee twice and have a scan before I could leave). It hurt to move much. I struggled to eat breakfast and was sad. G came in and sat in my room. We did not see my surgeon.
Physio came and made me walk. Ow. I sat in a chair. Ow. I agreed to shower and managed a wee. Yay. I felt sick, so on the oxygen, but no more painkiller on demand. Then the surgeon showed up- the fibroid is gone. It was a big one. Yay. But staying the night again.
I napped, managed a wee and the scan and all good. Amazing what a couple of hours will do.
Thoughts- especially early- this really hurts, and if I do get pregnant I will require a c section, which I imagine is similarly painful. Not sure about that. Being allergic to orange juice is odd, and yet doesn’t prevent me from being served at breakfast.