So my surgery was last week. I didn't sleep the night before. Ok, I got 3 hours. But not all at once. I kept freaking out, but by the time I made my peace with being put under my mind was wired and wouldn't shut off. Oh well.
The surgery was fine. Once I spoke to the anesthesiologist , he assured me I wasn't going to be under for long, or too deep, and I told him I was nervous so he gave me a sedative. WHICH WAS AWESOME. It was like floating on a swimming cloud. And no, that doesn't make sense but I was high so SHUT UP. It took no time at all and after about 10 minutes in post-op, I got to get dressed. But then I had to wait for M to finish providing his sample. BUT AFTER, we went to brunch. Because at this point it had been 16 hours since I'd had any food and I was staaaarrrrving.
The trip back home was horrible. By then the pain meds I was given had worn off and it felt like M found every bump in the road. Of course he didn't mean to, but I felt them all. Got home around noon and I slept for 3 hours, until he woke me up to see if I was ok or needed anything. I got up for a couple hours then went right back to sleep. He woke me at 9 that night so I could eat. And he brought me a sandwich in bed (bc that's about the limit of his culinary expertise). It was the best sandwich ever. Mostly bc I was starving again.
Thursday I felt ok. Friday I felt better so I attempted laundry. Ugh. One load did me in and I slept for the rest of the afternoon. Saturday I went to brunch with T and that afternoon MJ drove down and brought me a cupcake. And a special piece of jewelry. And yes I cried. Yesterday was the first time I was able to make an entire day w/out pain meds. Woo!
I see my doc next week for a follow up. He sent the polyps off to be biopsied, so hopefully I'll have good news (that the biopsy was negative). And then he said he'd give me medication? We'll see.