So, gearing up for a surgery. I talked to the Doc’s office on Friday and she confirmed it will be an abdominal surgery. 
I already have a big, crooked, wide vertical scar from belly button to pubic bone from Sam, and a horizontal, nearly hidden scar from Logan. Anything beyond that at this point is purely decorational, I suppose.
There was a brief discussion about trying the surgery vaginally, but the scar tissue is a hot mess, so it will be better all around to go in abdominally.
I took some time to read some of the op stories on HysterSisters.com today. I’m now torn between thinking that was a really jackassed thing to do, and rationalizing that I need to know what I’m getting into.
In an argument I was destined to lose with my boss, I told her I’d be back at work in like 4 days flat after the surgery. She replied, quite calmly, “No you won’t.” I went on and on about how I can handle it, blah blah blah. She replied, quite calmly, “No you can’t.” This was of course before I read the horror on the HysterSisters website. I’m arguing that I can be back to work in 4 days, when 90% of these women didn’t get out of the hospital for 4 days. That’s why they pay her the big bucks. She’s a lot smarter than I am. She did mention that she’d bring the morphine, the Doritos and plenty of hugs for the partay…
Also intriguing was that this is a painful enough procedure, apparently, that you are given a push button of morphine upon its completion, and then are given scheduled percoset every 4 hours. I’m thinking we’re going to need to figure something else out.
Little Known Facts About Shannon:
- I tried marijuana in a very limited amount in my post high school years. One of those times, I passed out in my brother’s driveway for 4 hours.
- I don’t drink. At all. I used to be able to hold alcohol, back in the day. Not so much now.
- Tylenol PM knocks me out far longer than it should.
- Nyquil knocks me out far longer than it should.
- I am not meant to participate in any type of chemical alterations of my blood system. Me and the chemical world do not get along.
- I am high on life. Ok, fine. I am high on life and coffee.
I must note that when I had that cyst burst a few months ago, they gave me morphine for that. The next day, my head hurt worse than the stupid cyst bursting ever could have. So, if anyone has any alternatives for pain control, I’m all ears.
So, I’m going to find out Monday when I have surgery. I’m hoping sooner than later. Jason’s on the GM layoff until August 10th, so if we could do it before then, that would be spectacular. Gram and my aunts will likely take the boys for that week, which will be nice. Sleep is a wonderful thing.
Off to scare myself silly on the HysterSisters website, some more.
Parting thought: When you know that your upcoming period is your last, do you hold a mourningful, memorial ceremony for it, or do you throw it a retirement party?
