a real update

Ahhh, the internet. How I've missed you! How did any of us survive before 1997? Seriously, I cannot remember.

Mr. P brought his work laptop home, and that means I get to spend all weekend catching up on the happenings of the bloggy-net world. Not only IF, but I love to read all the Lost stuff too, so I will have a lot of reading ahead of me today.

As I said before (and I really am so impressed with myself for updating this blog from my phone - that is waaay tech savvy for me) the surgery went really well. It was much less traumatic than an ER, and I think that is because I'm not all jacked up on hormones, my ovaries are not swollen to the size of mangoes, and I haven't been uncomfortable for days on end. The surgery was trans-vaginal, so no incisions to heal. Much easier.

On Tuesday after flying in and meeting my mom, I had an appointment with Dr. Famous. First, I took my second (and last!) depot loopyron shot. Then, he gave me a prescription for miso.prostol, which was supposed to dilate my cervix. I'd read horror stories about this, which is taken vaginally, about horrible cramping and pain. Even Dr. Famous said it could be bad, and to take some of the post-op Perc.o.sets if it is bad. OMG! Needless to say, I was scared of these pills.

Went out for a nice dinner with my mom. It was really nice to hang out one-on-one with my mom, we were able to catch up, chat and just had a nice time together, without anyone else around. Then screwed up my courage and inserted the first evil pill.

And waited. Kept waiting.

Nothing. Maybe a mild twinge of pulling, but certainly not pain. I slept pretty well that night. So much for the horror from those pills.

Went to the surgery early the next morning, and it was also pain-free. They used a more general anesthesia than during ER, so I was really out. But I woke up much better than from an ER. I tend to be an emotional mess when waking up from ERs, in pain and freaked out. This time, just a little groggy, fuzzy in the head. But otherwise ok. Only needed some tyle.nol for pain. Ate my graham crackers and ginger ale and went home to the hotel.

Slept for a few hours, and then had lunch and hung out watching HG.TV with my mom all afternoon. Feeling fine. Forgot to take the tyle.nol on time, which is always a good sign. I felt pretty fuzzy all day, anesthesia-head, but if you don't have anything to do but critique Candace Olsen's latest room design, it's not a big deal.

Flew home Thursday. Easy flight.

I took it fairly easy on Friday, and the spotting seemed to be going away. In the evening I was unloading the dish washer and felt a little jab, a tug in the lower tummy area.

Uh-oh. Since then I've had a bit more spotting, and a very small bit of cramping. I'm taking it easy today, hopefully it will go away. It's not something I've mentioned here, but I may have a clotting disorder where I don't maintain clots well. It is affected by estrogen hormone levels, so up to now in the IF journey, high estrogen has made this a moot point. But now that I'm on the depot loopyron, my estrogen is low. Which may or may not make me un-clot. So I'm keeping a very close eye on my bleeding. I don't want to end up in the ED this weekend.

That's it. I'm beginning to think about the FET prep. That won't start for another month-ish. Still have another month of hot flashes and fun.

I'm looking forward to catching up on all of you today!