I am sitting at the computer, trying to get my mind off of the soreness/pain. Yep, had the surgery. I am no longer a baby making factory. That uterus is GONE. Let me back up some.
I go to the hospital last Thurday for a ton of tests, blood work, paper work, etc etc etc...I was told I couldn't have any pains meds except Tylenol for a week before the surgery. Fine, shouldn't be a problem, except for the fact that my period came a week early. Big surprise there, why do you think I wanted the hysteretomy. So I'm going through my week just fine...until Friday. Of course, Friday was the day I was taking all my test, since my tests are all THIS week, and I didn't want to have to try and study while recouping from surgery. My cramps come hard, fast, and extremely painful. I called Brannon about 6 am and told him that I had to be in this much pain, he could at least be on the phone with me. He told me in no uncertain terms that I DID NEED TO CALL MY DOCTOR. So I did. I had tears running down my cheeks I was in that much pain. They told me to struggle through my tests as best I could and that they would make sure I got some good drugs. I took my tests, it wasn't pretty. I haven't been in that much pain in years.
Once I got home I called Robert (Jake's dad) and asked him if he would please pick up both kids for me that night because I needed to take this and I wasn't sure how it was going to affect me. He said fine. I took the drugs and they basically threw me for a loop. Mike took Lauren to ballet for. Brannon came over and we watched movies.
As a side note, I have never mentioned Brannon in any other posts before. You'll hear him mentioned more. I'll tell that story another day.
I get to bed that night and wake up Saturday feeling sore but much better. My sister and went shopping. We got a little carried away. She spent tons of money. I spent slightly less than tons of money, but I got 5 new pairs of shoes and a couple of new outfits. My sister also bought me a few things and she bought me lunch. It was a great afternoon. I also did my nails and I got a haircut. I wanted to feel halfway decent before my surgery.
Kerrie and I went into one store. In the very front were these dresses that we being clearanced out. We looked at them and Kerrie goes, you should try that on. And I was like, yeah, right. What am I going to with THAT dress? Where would I possibly wear it to? But I tried in on just for giggles. I stepped out of the dressing room to show Kerrie, and I got several oooh and ahhs, from Kerrie, the sales lady, and this other woman waiting on her daughter. They said I should absolutely buy the dress. So I did.
I really wanted Saturday night to be special. I bought the dress, bought some new shoes to go with the dress, and bought a new bracelet and earrings. (Ironically, the dress was not what I was planning on wearing that night, but that doesn't matter right now) Brannon took me out to one of my all time FAV resturant.
That dress.
I mean seriously, that dress.
Every time Brannon and I turned around, someone was complimenting me on the dress. After dinner we walked all over downtown. In the middle of the street 2 girls told me they loved my dress. We went down to the Red Room below The Flame, and I had a lady actually grab my dress, pull me aside, and tell me how much she loved my dress. This happened about 5-6 times. And the funny thing is...I was self conscience of dress. It was long and flowy, a deep v neck with a halter top. And it was black with huge bold stripes on the diagonal. The stripes were a deep blue, and yellow, and some other colors, but I can't remember. (Must be the anethesia I still have in my system, I am fairly dizzy sitting here typing this.)
It was a magical night. The whole evening was perfect. The weather was perfect, our meal was perfect. We walked downtown for hours, which is one my fav thing to do. We stopped in Riad's and had martinis. Mine was WONDERFUL. And we walked around some more. I needed a night out. I needed to get my mind off of the surgery. It helped a lot. And now that I am sore and feeling just kinda yucky, it's a great memory to get back to when I need it.
I think it's time for me to lay back down. I try to get up for a least a half an hour at a time every 2 hours. I'm sore as hell, but I don't have any real pain. I guess that could always happen. I'm off to the couch.