*warning: girly bits candid discussion ahead*
Check-in's at BigHMO this morning at 7:55 a.m., with surgery somewhere around 9:30 or 10 a.m. After surgery, my ovaries will be whisked off to the two different research studies (one PCOS, one synthetic seaweed/IVF/petri dish coolness). Then we begin the hurry up and wait staging for the uterus cancer (which should take approximately two weeks).
If you want to help me this morning, chant this mantra repeatedly: "Two weeks, two weeks, two weeks." Or, for my British/Aussie mates: "Fortnight, fortnight, fortnight."
When Dr. Man first saw me, he decided due to the fact that my on-ramp is a smidge too long that we'd have to do a traditional, slice me open like Freddy Kruger-type abdominal hysterectomy (this means 3 days in the hospital and 6-8 weeks recovery).
The other option? This here new fangled, vaginal hysterectomy that only has a 2 week recovery period. And, by the way, is outpatient. (!) As I mentioned, Dr. Man said, "Nope, too long, can't do it." But at my pre-op, Dr. Man's Resident was all, "Yep, I can feel your cervix, we should be able to do it."
Rock on. So today I'm going to make sure, before I'm too high on the drugs, that Dr. Man and Resident see eye to eye on Operation Easy Recovery.
If you hear someone bellowing "MOTHER-EFFER!!!" around noon, echoing through Mission Valley, you'll know which way it ended up.