I made it out in one piece.
We arrived at the hospital a little early yesterday, but they took me back immediately to get prepped for surgery. Once my IV was in place, Joey was allowed to come back and sit with me while I laid in bed and tried to relax.
Every person imaginable came back and spoke to me. Finally, my doc came back and asked if I minded going in a little early since he was finished with his previous surgery sooner than expected. Sure!
So, the anesthesiologist (did I spell that right?) and her student doc came back to claim me. I started to get nervous when I was saying good-bye to Joey, so the student doc offered me "a little bit of courage." Once whatever she shot me with was in my IV, I was out cold.
The next thing I remember is waking up in recovery. I spent about 45 minutes there waking up while my nurse took my vitals. I really didn't feel any pain at this point--just very sleepy and disoriented. I kept asking for Joey so they finally brought me into another room where I could see him.
He had spoken to the doc who gave him photos and a DVD of the surgery. We still haven't watched the DVD, but the photos were very cool. The cyst was bigger than I imagined and you were able to see the spots of endo. Overall, he classified me at stage 1, which made me so relieved.
Once I was able to walk (with assistance) and pee, they got ready to send me home. They gave me one more shot of pain meds and some Zofran for my nausea. Good thing since I didn't fill those dreadful anal suppositories.
I slept a little bit yesterday afternoon, but mostly laid on the couch and watched TV. My best friend came over and brought me a huge bottle of Moscato to break open after my pain pills are gone and a gossip mag to read while I'm lounging around. It made my day.
This morning the pain is worse than yesterday. I would just describe it as feeling very sore. My back hurts from laying on it so much, and my shoulders and upper chest area hurt from all the gas/air bubbles left over from surgery. But I've been taking Gas X (thanks, Mic!) and drinking ginger ale--both of which are helping. My throat is also very sore from the breathing tube.
My husband has been a SAINT. The nurses in recovery were so impressed with him. All of them "awwwed" when he put on my shoes and tied them because I couldn't bend over. He even called out of work today because he didn't want to leave me home alone.
That's pretty much the entire story. I promise not to post the photos or video of my insides and gross you out. :) Hopefully I'll be moving around a little better this afternoon so I can get onto the computer and get updated on my blog reading.
Thank you all so much for the good thoughts and well wishes. You have no idea how much I appreciate them.