My surgery was Wednesday evening. I rolled in to the OR at about 7:04 pm. The surgery lasted about an hour. We were back in the truck on the way home at 10:03 pm. The surgeon talked to Louis after my surgery – but he wanted me to talk to them, and of course by the time I was awake – the surgeon and her residents were long gone. The nurse practitioner called me yesterday – to schedule my follow up appointment. She told me that the doctor/surgeon will be calling me with the results of pathology. So I guess my questions will wait till then.
I spent most of yesterday asleep, in a Vicodin induced haze. I managed to get a fat lip during the surgery (in addition to the IUD and other good stuff). My guess is the anesthesia resident caught my lip while intubating me. All that C stuff – and I'm complaining about a fat lip!
I'm sore today. Like – got hit by a Mack truck sore. The nurse practitioner warned me that I probably would be sore, due to the "position" they put me in during the surgery. I don't think I want to know.
I received the most awesome teacup of flowers, beautiful pink roses and carnations, from the girls over at Paper Pixie. It so so so made my day!!! These are the girls that I spent the weekend with - at the scrapbooking retreat. When Louis brought them into me, I said "You didn't have to get me flowers". He goes "I didn't get you flowers, I got you yogurt". That's love, huh?
I started reading Crazy Sexy Cancer Tips. This should be mandatory reading for women diagnosed with cancer. I love it.