Well, I had my surgery on Friday the 13th, and I didn't see any black cats or walk under any ladders on my way to the hospital. Thankfully, it was successful and I'm still around!
My alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. (gross, I know). So I jump up, take a shower and then wake DH up so he can get ready. He was planning on taking the 7th Harry Potter book with him to read while he waited for me, but we ran out of time and couldn't find it. I was really concerned about this, as you'll find out later in this story.
We get to the hospital and head up to the first waiting room. They called us back to go over some paper work (living will, etc o.O) and then send us into another waiting room where I would be called back by a nurse. DH was very concerned about the lack of magazines in the first waiting room, so I was happy that there were more options in the second one. I handed him an Entertainment Weekly while we waited, but soon after I was called back and he came with me. They weighed me, took blood pressure, etc. Then I went into a small room with a bed and I had to change into a gown and put some booties on. After I was dressed, I got in the bed under a sheet and just waited for the next step.
The nurse came back in and put the IV in my hand (first time I've ever had an IV). She was also interested in my tattoos. She noticed the two on my wrists, and then wanted to see the ones on my sides (on my ribcage kind of). Well, this proved a bit difficult because of the hospital gown which my DH had tied behind me. She said that it was better for them to be untied anyway (oops!).
The Anesthesiologist came in and talked to me for a few, then left. My doctor came in to check on me, and I asked her if I could do an IUI in September and she said yes (sweet!) so that made me really happy. Then it was time for DH to leave, so I gave him a big kiss and my glasses. I was now blind! (My contacts are -5.50 and -6.00!)
It was just me, the nurse and a lady who I think was the anesthesiologists nurse. They started the twilight anesthesia in the IV and we were talking. They started to wheel me out, and hit the door jam. Awesome. The last thing I remember is getting into the OR and seeing these crazy blue orbital lights that were very alien-looking. They moved me from that wheelie bed to the operating table and I don't remember anything else!
The next thing I know, I am in a recovery room and DH is there and so is some dude (who I think is a hospital worker of some sort). The dude asked me if wanted something to drink and I said "Apple juice" and he produces it! Yum!
Apparently I had asked DH the same 3 questions three times since I had come out of surgery. "Where you bored?" He told me no, that he read a magazine. "What magazine?" He replied with, "Entertainment Weekly."
"Was it the same one you read before we came back?"
Lol. Who cares if it was the same one?! Apparently I do, but anyway. A nurse came in to check on me. I was still half out of it at this point. She asked me if I had a pad on. I didn't know! How weird. So she lifted up my gown and lo & behold: a massive brick-sized pad! Just shoved between my legs, no undies. How does a pad even work with no undies?! I guess they weren't expecting me to leap out of bed or anything so losing the pad wasn't an issue, haha.
When I put my undies on, DH said it looked like I had a package... sweet. They said I could go after I got up and got dressed and went pee. DH went to pull the car up while an old nurse wheeled me down to the entrance. I didn't enjoy that part. She was old. I felt like I should have been pushing her!!
I was starving when I finally got down to the car, so we went to Bob Evans and I got a Country Biscuit Breakfast, and it was DELISH! We got home and I took two naps and eventually started to feel like myself.
Overall it was an ok experience. My doctor had told DH after the surgery that the cells had actually spread since the last time she was up in there (ha), so I'm actually really glad we went ahead and had it done.
She says that we can start TTC soon, but no tampons or BD for two weeks. The only problem with TTC right after is that the glands that make CM were burned off, so until they grow back my CM may be non-existent, which is one reason I'm hoping to do an IUI in September!
Sorry so long! <3