I'm still hopped up on Vicodin, so I apologize in advance if some of this makes no sense or if there are typos.
He didn't take out the ovary.
We had a long conversation before surgery: me, the doctor, and Joey. The doctor was great. He had a much better demeanor than the first time I met him on Wednesday - didn't seem as egocentric. I think looking at my ultrasound photos changed his tune a lot. He told me what he planned on doing while inside of my abdomen, including his plan to remove the ovary if it did not look like it was salvageable. We agreed to that plan, and after the surgery, he said it didn't concern him enough to remove it. There was no loss of blood flow - a good sign. And as irritated as part of me was that he kept it in, I understood and trusted his judgment in doing it.
However, he did cut off some ovarian tissue when removing the cyst. I guess when I had my last lap, my RE only drained the cyst without removing the cystic tissue. This doctor did that. He also saw no endometriosis, confirming that it's not my endometriosis that is causing the cysts. I go back one week from today for a post-op appointment to discuss in more detail what he did and what my options are going forward. For now, I do have pictures of my insides to look at. Since they are slightly more graphic than my ultrasound photos, I think I'll refrain from sharing them here. :)
After surgery was rough. It took them a long time to get me out of anesthesia, and when I came out, my breathing was not normal and my oxygen levels were low. To put it nicely, my post-op nurse sucked. She was too busy chatting with the other nurse to notice I was having trouble. Of course, the fact that I couldn't get her attention made me panic and made my breathing even worse. I started to feel tears rolling down my cheeks. Luckily, the anesthesiologist walked through at that same time and told the nurse I needed immediate attention. He calmed me down and the nurse gave me an injection through my IV to help me relax.
Once I was stable, the shitty nurse moved me to recovery and didn't tell my recovery nurse I was there. Cue panic after 20 minutes of lying there and no one responding to my call button. Finally, the curtain opened and there was Joey. It turns out that the same shitty post-op nurse never bothered to tell him he could come back. He finally just walked back on his own. Joey got the recovery nurse and they both helped me get my breathing under control again.
After that, we had to wait until I peed before they would discharge me. We waited for three hours. I kept drinking water, but nothing would come out. Instead, I was getting nauseous. I finally peed a little bit around 5 pm, and they released me shortly after. I was so happy to go home. Unfortunately, last night was rough, too. I ended up vomiting four times - mostly all of the fluid I drank to try to get me to pee. I did finally start peeing normally last night. I got up almost every hour to go because of the pain of my poor, swollen bladder, so I didn't get much sleep.
This morning was my first meal, which sat well. I think it's safe to say the nausea has passed. I'm sore today, but I don't feel nearly as bad as I did the day after my last lap, and this time I even have an extra incision. I also don't have the gas pains in my chest and back as bad as I did with the last surgery. The other "side effects" seem to be worse this time, though, like the nausea and trouble peeing. I've already started taking stool softeners. I do NOT want to go through what I did last time with the constipation.
Thank you all so much for the continued good thoughts and support. It means so much to have people behind me, cheering me on. And now? It's back to my semi-permanent spot on the couch for a nap with my hubby and my dog.