Today is the last day of March and I can tell you that my goals were only slightly met. I continued to work on the research needed for my novel(s) and I started a book. I read two, actually. On March 20, I realized that it was the 20th and I needed to get a yarn project up and out for my friend's birthday at the beginning of April. Crap. I found a great pattern for a blanket. It builds up quickly because it uses a K hook. I thought I was going to be good and get this thing up and out either on, or just after her birthday.
That was until I ended up in the emergency room. Brian, Abby, and I enjoyed our time at the Super Pet Expo this past Sunday. It was fun, and everyone sent us home with treats and dog food. Inova gave us a 5lb bag of food and a huge bag of treats. When we got home, I went to lay down because my back was hurting. I thought it was because of the 10lbs of stuff I had been carting around for the past few hours. The pain became so intense that when Brian suggested we go to the ER, I agreed. I'm very stubborn and hard headed and NEVER agree to go to the ER. That is how much pain I was in. They thought I was passing a kidney stone. I had the classic symptoms. If only.....
They gave me dilaudid for the pain. Where has that been all my life? Then took me in for a CAT scan and all that jazz. Yeah, not a kidney stone. I had two cysts on my right ovary, one was 6.5cm and the other, inside the ovary, was around 2-ish cm and there was some calcification in my appendix. Greeeeeat. I ended up back in the ER later that night with the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life. They gave me vicodin, percoset, and a full shot of dilaudid and nothing worked, so they sent me home. At some point, one of those three things kicked in and I was able to sleep. I went to see the OBGYN and we scheduled a surgery. I also met with the general surgeon, who was going to take out my appendix, because, hey, who needs it?
The surgery was scheduled for Friday the 28th. This was my first surgery and I was so scared. My only experience with any form of bodily removal, other than the natural, was getting my wisdom teeth removed. This was a big deal. This was invasive. So, needless to say, I was pretty nervous. It was scheduled for 7:30am. The nurses brought me to the back and were really great. When they took me to the actual surgery room, it looked like it does on TV, with the lights the people everywhere. It was when they put the oxygen mask on me that I actually started to panic. I didn't have time to get a good panic attack going because that was the time the anesthesiologist gave me one hell of a cocktail and I was out. I woke up to the nurses and a student talking and an itchy foot. The nurse said that was the first time anyone had woken up with and itchy foot. She was really sweet and scratched the bottom of my feet for a few minutes. Then took me back to the recovery room and brought in Husband. The doctor had come out and talked to him and showed him the pictures. I should mention that the surgery was laproscopic and an out-patient procedure. I asked him how it went and he told me that the cyst removal and the appendectomy went fine, they just didn't expect to have to remove your entire right fallopian tube. Excuse me? My what? Apparently, my fallopian tube decided it wasn't getting enough attention so it twisted on itself cutting off the blood supply to the one end, but pooling in the other causing a baseball sized hematoma, irritating my appendix even more. So, I had all three of those removed. They also found another cyst on my left fallopian tube. They normally would have left that alone, but given what my right side did, they decided to just remove that as well. I'm still wondering where they attached my right ovary. The doctor said it was still viable and that the left tube will pull from the right ovary, but Husband is very confused about female reproductive anatomy and was unsure. He assumed it was just chillin' next to my uterus or something. I have to go back in for a check up in two weeks, so I'll ask then. I was the first of several surgeries my doctor had, so she has been busy.
So my April goals.....
I'm gonna be honest, I don't foresee any goals for the next week or so. I can't even think of anything. I'll get back to you in a week. Right now, I'm mourning over my lost body parts.....except the one that tried to kill me. Kiss my butt, right fallopian tube.