breaking out

After 3 days in captivity at home, I was able to break out went out today and got some much needed fresh air and sunshine.

That was enough to wipe me out so I took a 3 hour nap when we got home. But yes, it was nice to see the world. Nurse Mom and I stopped by the hospital to drop off a thank you gift basket to the doctors, nurses, and staff who did such a great job on Monday.

Between my 5 rescheduled surgery dates (so not only my mom could be here, but so we could explore our IVF options) to me pestering them again and again about really wanting the laproscopic option (so I'd only have a 2 week recovery and not a 6-8 week one), they were all fantabulous.

It's interesting, since Monday, I've had the same conversation with every woman over 40 years old:

Them: How are you feeling?
Me: Good. I'll be back to normal in 2 weeks.
Them: 2 weeks?! What?! (Me / my friends / my mom's) recovery time was 8 weeks!
Me: I had it done laproscopically, so it's less invasive and a much quicker healing time.

The only difference was when I talked to my fabulously gay best friend, Will, the conversation went something like this:

Will: How are you feeling?
Me: Good. I'll be back to normal in 2 weeks.
Will: You've never been "normal" - don't hope that you'll start now.
Me: True.

As the Will to my Grace, he's never minced words (and I'd have it no other way).

Of course, it didn't hurt that every single medical person I talked to the morning of the surgery got the same question from me:

Me to Dr. Man: "We're doing the 2 week version of the surgery, right?"
Me to Dr. Man's Resident: "We're doing the 2 week version of the surgery, right?"
Me to Anesthesiologist: "We're doing the 2 week version of the surgery, right?"
Me to all 3 nurses: "We're doing the 2 week version of the surgery, right?"

Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.

In the past 9 weeks, I haven't bitched, whined, moaned or otherwise felt sorry for myself (mostly) through this whole "try to get pregnant - hi cancer - hello IVF embryos - hey hysterectomy" saga. For once, in all this, I selfishly wanted to catch just one break.

Imagine my happiness, in the haze of post-op, when through the fog I drowsily awoke to a nurse saying, "Yes, they were able to do it with the laproscope." While I wasn't able to open my heavy eyes, I did raise my left hand and made the thumbs-up sign, which made them chuckle.

I was happy.

Comments

Allison said…
That's awesome! Glad you got out for a bit today. :)

(And LOL at your gay friend. Everyone needs a Will. LOL!)
Michael/Will said…
I love you.

Will
Jackie said…
At least you got to recover @ home.I remember coming home from the hospital after 5 days, standing in the living room, and saying "were our ceilings always this high?"

;-)

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