I’m finally lucid enough to sit at my computer, barely lucid enough to write a post. I am so far behind in e-mails I just want to delete all of them and start over but I can’t. I have winners to get prizes to and even more people to apologize too. You’re on my to do list. I promise, but if you feel like sending me another reminder please do.
My surgery was only supposed to take three hours but because my body is not meant for surgery it took five hours to do a simple laparoscopic hysterectomy. They had to stop the bleeding four times. It’s quite shocking to wake up in the most pain you’ve ever been in in your life. You’re also alone because family isn’t allowed in the recovery room. The nurse in the recovery room with me was quite grumpy. She said I can’t have anything for the pain if I want to go up and see my family. So I told her that’s fine just take me to my husband.
I get to my husband and he told me they weren’t supposed to move me if I was in any pain. I shouldn’t have been in pain. I should have been strong enough to endure, it was supposed to be a simple surgery that many women don’t have any pain at all, other than the gas. That’s what I was expecting. I feel like the largest baby in the world. I was taking pain meds like I had a “real” surgery. My doctor put me in my place, in the nicest way possible. I swear she is the best doctor I could have had and she is the nicest women. She listens and doesn’t make you feel dumb. I asked her if I could stay one more night in the hospital, so I could get my act together before I went home. I spent a lot of time alone which was kinda good for me. I might have gone home the night I was supposed to if I had someone holding my hand all day, but all I did the day after surgery was sleep and push the drug button they gave me.
The first night in the hospital I had a panic attack. I was so embarrassed. My doctor came in and was trying to explain things to me and I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. She told me nothing was wrong and that I needed to calm down, it was so hard to concentrate on it. My husband was holding my hand and all I could think of was that I was not able breath. I knew it was in my head but it was so real to me. They gave me something to help me relax but I still had to handle it. I wanted to cry because I was so embarrassed. Who does that? I’m in the hospital and monitors are on me everywhere and I panic and think I’m going to die with the doctor in the room with me. I’m a disaster in the hospital. At least it’s over.
My surgery was on the third and I went home on the fifth. I have slept a lot since I have been home and have been thinking about my “to-do” list and it just makes me want to sleep some more. On the other hand, My kids seem to understand that I can’t pick them up and it hurts too much still to even have them in my lap, but I am trying to wean myself off of the narcotics. It’s that or they just want to be with mema. I’m going to be sad when Mema leaves. They adore her and I’ve just had time to sleep. Hmm, It does make me sad though. I miss my cuddle time. I miss that they usually want me and now they don’t.
So I’m going to try and be back to normal posting as soon as possible.
Thanks everyone for your love and support.
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