30 Days of New: Day 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27 and 28

Surgery really takes it out of you!  I am happy to report, though, that it went as well as we could have hoped, and I am now down 1 massive cyst (goodbye, George.  It was fun while it lasted), and only 1 ovary.

Let’s skip back to last Monday quickly:

It was finally nice enough here in Michigan to enjoy lunch on a patio (new event)!  So a few co-workers and I sat in the sunshine and enjoyed part of the day.  I also had a run-in with one of my favorite people ever!  Some people just light up your day, and Crystal definitely has that affect on me.

I didn’t sleep very well Monday night, probably just nerves for Tuesday’s surgery, and I was anxious to get there and just get things rolling.  It was hard mostly because we wouldn’t have any answers until my doctor was inside me checking things out, meaning I wouldn’t have any answers until I was awake and it was all over with. I was also a little on edge just because this was my first surgery ever.  I have never been put under anesthesia, never had a tube in my throat, or a catheter, all things that I wouldn’t be awake for, but I didn’t know that going into it. But, I signed over my power of attorney to Paul, and hopped into my surgical gown.

I had amazing care and support the whole way through. Paul was wonderful, a good friend of ours who is a doctor at the hospital I was in checked in on me before, during, and after my surgery, and my aunt and uncle were there for support and backup.  I had text messages pouring in from friends sending their love, and I felt very confident under the hands of my doc.

Paul thought it would be fun to take pictures of me pre-op:


I clearly didn’t agree…

I woke up a few hours later to horrible cramps, terrible pain in my shoulders (gas pains), and just wanting drugs and Paul.  I got them both, along with the good news that it was a success.  She was able to remove the cyst and my right ovary all laproscopically, I would be in pain for a few days, could expect some bleeding for about a week, and needed to plant my behind on the couch until at least the weekend.

No one had explained to me yet why I should expect some “bleeding”, and I felt like I needed a rape kit.  I thought my vagina was a random thing to hurt seeing as I didn’t think it had anything to do with the surgery.  I apologize for the graphic detaisl to those who don’t appreciate this sort of thing, but apparently, they had actually used my vagina to manipulate my cervix and hip position during surgery.  No wonder it hurt!  They were steering the whole boat with it!

Paul was wonderful enough to stop on our way home and grab the prescribed pads.  Me, being in the drug induced haze that I was, did not bestow the cardinal rule upon him as he ran off into the pharmacy: WINGS! Always wings!  To any male readers, if you are ever given the job of buying pads, always get pads with wings.  Just trust me.

So, for the past week, I have been waddling around feeling like I’m in middle school again wearing a big ol’ diaper pad, resting up on the couch with my support team:



As boring as it sounds, day 24, 25 and 26’s new were all new movies or television shows (day 23 was obviously the surgery).

Yesterday, on day 27, I  finally ventured out of the house for the first time so that we could go watch our best friends’ son play soccer.  It was a beautiful day out, and the sun felt amazing!  I didn’t last very long, but it was nice to be off the couch for a bit.


Paul’s only competition on this planet… I LOVE this kid

Today, Paul brought me take out from a new food cart in the Lansing City Market: Wandering Waffles.  To know me is to understand my love for breakfast carbs, and this woman makes waffles in all kinds of varieties, and she did not disappoint.  Her whole business plan is providing an inventive food that requires no utensils and can be eaten on the run.  Well done, ma’am.

So, that is the scoop.  I tried to keep  a week’s worth of updates short, and I will write more later I am sure.  But for now, I am alive, and still a little bit tired.

A toast to the fallen cyst and ovary!

Hope everyone is well.


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