Of course it’s time for me to be in bed, and my brain is spinning.
All day today I could only think of a handful of questions to ask my surgeon. I’m not usually a prepared person, so I didn’t have the questionnaire written weeks ahead of time. I am really irked at myself for not having gone into massive detail about my pre-op appointment three years ago. Then again, it was my first surgery, and I went into it with too much trust, because I’d waited so long for someone to say yes to me.
Going back to yesterday, I was only able to nap for two hours, but it’s better than nothing. I laid around the house for most of the day yesterday and all of the day today.
Today was my heaviest day – I went through nearly all of my large fabric pads. It felt like every time I shifted in bed or sat up or got out of bed, I’d have to change a pad. It felt like I was on the toilet every five minutes.
Diet-wise, I am still humoured every month by my desire to be on a cereals diet during the bedridden time. Although I needed to make the cornish hen before it went bad, and I was up every five minutes to use the loo anyway, so adding a trip to the kitchen to baste a cooking hen wasn’t too much. I got to eat a nice dinner of protein and leftover Thanksgiving side dishes.
I got antsy again after dinner and decided it would be wise to do a load of laundry. Well actually I knew it would be a bad idea, but it was still something that needed to get done, so that I could look somewhat presentable for my pre-op appointment tomorrow morning. So because I am stubborn, I used up 7 of my 10 spoons. I got out of bed, sorted laundry, bent over and laboriously put on sandals, lifted and carried laundry basket out to back of house laundry room, put laundry in the wash, and shuffled painfully back into my home. For that I had to pop more Advil and half a Tylenol 3. I’ve started popping less Advil but more frequently; 400mg at a time instead of 600mg. I still try to stay around the 1,200mg total range each time I’m in moderate to severe pain, because I know the stuff damages the GI tract.
I shuffled back out there to transfer the clothes to the dryer, and then I was done for the evening. My husband graciously brought in the clothes when they were dry, and set them on the bed next to me so I could fold them. I haven’t napped at all today, even though I’ve been bedridden the entire time. I’ve been continuously antsy, so folding clothes was my tiny way of saying to the endometriosis,”HAH! YOU AIN’T GOT ME DOWN, DAMMIT!”
Added bonus that I wore my cat ears all day today. :)
Later, I preemptively took half a Tylenol 3 before a badly needed shower, because I had used up all my spoons and was really pushing my luck, and I knew the pain would increase. Unfortunately, after the shower, I got stabbing pains in the right ovary and through the vagina, so I had to take the other half Tylenol 3. The pain was worse than I expected it would be.
On the pain scale, I’ve been between a 6 and a 7 all day, ramping up to 8 after my shower. That’s pretty good – I’ve spent entire days at 8 or 9 on the scale, so comparatively, today wasn’t bad.
And that’s the report. Now I have to finish my questionnaire for my surgeon. Good night.