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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:

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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:

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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.

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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.

30 Days of New: Day 15

Even though I am writing both posts for the 14th and 15th in one sitting, the 15th deserves its own post. 

Yesterday was a sort of “up and down” day.  I spent a good amount of time on the phone trying to get in to see a specialist sooner than next week to have George checked out.  I have a friend in the area whose sister is a doctor and she recommended a few great specialists for me who she trusts.  The only problem is that getting in to see them ASAP is not easy.

I am not in a panic over George or really worried about what it could be or what it is going to take to get him out of there, but at the same time, I still have concerns, especially since I know nothing about this thing, or how difficult it is going to be to extract it.

The day picked up as it wound down, though.  I met my fabulous Aunt Laurie for dinner so that I could give her the disc of my scans.  She works with some of the best doctors in the nation, probably the world, and has promised to get it into their hands.  She has always looked out for me and had nothing but my best interest at heart.  Talk about a woman to admire, though.  Strong, independent, smart, great style and appreciation for fashion, animal lover and rescuer, the list goes on.  (And I don’t just say these things because she is a reader of my blog).  She is honestly a wonderful person, and it was so great to see her. (That is the “new” for day 15, a new restaurant where we met).

Feeling amazing and recharged from my dinner (fabulous women will do that to you), I arrived home to find all of the lights off, candles lit throughout, and the house clean.  I walked in to the living room to find Paul hanging out with the dog and cat, and he had set up a, for lack of better term, “snuggle spot”.  He knows I have been a little bit stressed, not feeling so great, and just figured I could use a relaxing, tranquil space to unwind from the day.  Does it get any better? 

I have amazing people in my corner, and no matter how benign or bad George turns out to be, I will always have these wonderful people to fall back on. 

30 Days of New: Day 10

This morning, I woke up thinking to myself, “hmmm, what am I going to do today that is new? I have no exciting plans.”

Well, ask and you shall receive, because life served up a fun one today.  Let’s set the scene:

So there I was, Saturday night, and the lower right side of my back started to ache.  Not throbbing, not a consistent, sharp pain, but a dull, very annoying ache.  This ache was all too familiar.  I have had a number of kidney infections, as well as kidney stones, and they all start with this dull pain.

Fast forward to this morning, and I still have this ache.  It was time to call in a medical professional before the pain upgraded to a full on infection/crippling pain.

Finding no traces of infection, the doctor seemed to think that it must be a kidney stone; I needed to go to the hospital for a CT Scan.

My idiot brain immediately thought, “THE GODS ARE SMILING UPON ME TODAY! I HAVE NEVER HAD A CT SCAN!!!!” Day ten’s “new” event had just been prescribed to me… heavenly music had never come from a referral like this one.

Being WAY more excited than I should have been for this new experience, I all but skipped with my Aunt Janice (who so kindly drove me all over town for this), into the McLaren health center to check in.

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Aunt Janice and me in radiology. I so wanted a picture of the CT Scanner, but I didn’t think phones would be permitted.

I was blown away by this entire process.  I didn’t even have to change into a gown, take off my jewelry, or even remove my shoes!  Don’t ask me what I was expecting, but I got way too much joy out of the whole thing.

As luck may have it, I don’t have a kidney stone.  What I do have is a softball sized cyst nestled between my bladder and uterus.  So, there’s that.

They immediately scheduled me for an ultrasound for tomorrow morning.  So who knows what tomorrow will bring!

Paul and I decided to head out to dinner to debrief on the day and the discovery of my cyst baby, George (don’t ask… it just felt right), so we decided to head to one of the best restaurants in the area; Gracie’s Place in Williamston.

This place has great food, amazing beer, and the greatest atmosphere:

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The bar area (and my handsome man)

ImageAnd it turns out, they have live jazz on Wednesday nights!  I love all live music, but live jazz just has a certain soul to it that really just sets the mood/atmosphere.

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Who wouldn’t get super jazzed about this?… ok, that was a terrible pun….

So, all in all, it was a pretty interesting day.  I am eager to se what tomorrow turns into.  I am supposed to have an allergy appointment in the morning, but if they decide to deliver (or extract, depends on how you look at it), I might miss that appointment.

Hope you all had a great hump day!