The last thing I remember was a nurse holding my hand as I watched the anesthetist dig a cannula into my other thinking, oh man that's gonna bruise. A needle followed suit and seconds later I was feeling that blissful familiar fuzzy feeling once again.
The next thing I knew I was in recovery with a stinging sensation coupled with a throbbing left ovary- the after effect of a laparoscopy and cystoscopy. The pain was nothing I hadn't handled before. The surgeon spoke with me before I was discharged the same afternoon.
They removed a cyst from my left ovary and lasered all the endometriosis found on both ovaries. The adhesion that was discovered during my last surgery was nowhere to be seen. Thank the Lord. I left hospital relieved, thrilled and hopeful that things were going to get better.
I was prescribed four hourly doses of panadiene forte for the pain. The first few days, of course, were the worst. I spent most of my recovery counting down the time until I could down my next dosage. The first night I thought I'd surely sleep well but then the shoulder tip pain caused by the gas that was used during the procedure finally kicked in.
Holy sugar and fudge.
I'd forgotten how much it hurt like hell. It was hard enough to breathe let alone move, but I just kept repeating I can do this, I can so do this over and over again to myself and I got through the night without any dreaded complications.
When the third night came the pain suddenly got worse. The pain killers barley touched the sides. I thought I was headed to emergency for sure.
But I survived.
I survived another surgery without any of the various complications I'd experienced in the past, and I couldn't be more content... (to be continued)