So two weekends ago we went to say hi to Steve's parents (160 miles away).
On the way home, we stopped at a gas station about a mile from their house.
I needed to pee.
The car key fell out of my pocket.
Into the toilet.
Which auto-flushed.
It was an interesting day!
So it's been a little while and I'm almost completely recovered from the surgery... the doctor and all the nurses had told me that I'd be fine to go to work on Monday (surgery was Friday) but they LIED to me. I was in so much pain that all I could do for a few days was sit around and grope for the bottle of Lortab.
I was a little concerned by the anesthesiologist... she was going over the drugs to which I'm allergic or sensitive, and asked me about my problem with benzodiazepines. That particular class of medicine (Xanax, Klonopin, Valium, etc etc) makes me have uncontrollable muscle spasms, so obviously I avoid them. She commented it was odd that I can't take those, yet I can take Ambien, which she explained "was really a benzo." That... is not true. She was about to pump me full of happy drugs so I really didn't argue, but until I got that Fentanyl in my IV, I was a tad apprehensive.
I woke up from the surgery sobbing with pain; the nice nurse who began pumping more drugs into my body explained that it was from the tissue dying (I had my tubes banded, so no blood flow = dead tissue) and that it "is more painful than labor but the doctors never seem to tell anybody about it." What...the...fuck. It took an hour full of more Fentanyl, then Dilaudid, then Demerol before I finally passed out again.
The doctor should have been way more responsible in explaining the whole procedure to me. I don't mind the fact that it hurt; after all, I had surgery. That kind of thing tends to hurt. What's bad is that I wasn't expecting it to be so painful, which leads one to the conclusion that if it hurts like that, something must be wrong. Thankfully, an FFXI friend of mine had the same surgery done several years back - she called me and told me what her experience was like. Apparently her doctor did the same as mine - oh, you'll be fine in a couple days, it won't hurt, blah blah blah. She knew better since a friend of HERS had done it also. I felt way better after talking to her (thanks, yoyo!).
My two scars have little lumps underneath them but other than that, I'm all better! Yay! Now I'm looking forward to worry-free sex. Hopefully lots of it.
Today is the day of my surgery! I'm nervous about all of it, even though this is what I want; I wish that someone could just wave a magic wand and sterilize me, instead of all this business with anesthesia and needles (they put one in my bellybutton ~ ewwww).
I wonder if this makes me different in some non-physical way, or if I'll suddenly feel strange about myself when I wake up. So many people have told me for so long that I will regret this, I'm anticipating the next week and I simply can't see that I could possibly regret it. Given my general mental health, having a child (not to mention the actual pregnancy itself) would be nothing but destructive and there's too much adversity in life as it is.
I'm going to go and get ready, I need to leave the house in an hour or so and I'd really like to shower first. :-)
