I finally had my surgery yesterday. I’ve had a laparoscopy before – that’s where they go into your stomach via the belly button, fill you with gas so they can see what they’re doing, and then they poke a further two holes in you a little further South. The rest is all about what they find and what they do about it. I must admit that I was rather hoping that they would have found something that would have made them say “Foxy, let’s give you a hysterectomy!” but that’s not happened. Unfortunately, I expect the surgeon would have said that if he thought that I should have it by now.
In the meantime I feel like someone has kicked me in the stomach and I’m walking around the flat like an 80 year old. Again, I mention Helios who took a number of days off work as holiday to take me to hospital look after me. I haven’t had to lift a finger! The food and drinks arrive regularly along with my tablets. I get led and steadied everywhere I go and when I need to get up in the night, he’s patient and helps me to the toilet. Ladies, if you ever get one who’s this good – keep hold of him with both hands!
I didn’t like the hospital. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m delighted that the procedure is done but when I get to the place and I have to explain – more than once – what Insulin Resistance is and why I need protein at breakfast rather than just tea and cakes – it just doesn’t instil confidence, does it? Honestly, everything on the breakfast menu was carbohydrate! Cakes, toast, fruit and yoghurt – there was nothing there with an ounce of protein. I put my request in and got some rolling eyes and more questions about Insulin Resistance. Despite this, I tried to remain cheerful. Later when I was on the table ready for surgery, I sung “Goodnight Sweetheart it’s time to go” as my anaesthetist gave me something to help me sleep…
The endometriosis was widespread – located mostly on my womb, ovaries and bladder. There was some on my bowel as well and it’s now been vaporised. My surgeon said that I shouldn’t have HRT because HRT feeds endometriosis. Isn’t that great. Someone else hasn’t quite grasped the fact that I’m in a Catch 22 – if I’m taking things to help me cope with my polycystic ovaries it feeds my endometriosis, and if I am taking things to help me cope with my endometriosis my PCOS symptoms get far far worse. It’s little wonder I want a hysterectomy – but I digress.
The pain from the surgery hasn’t been unmanageable but there is some pain – I cannot stand up straight just yet. I have to sleep on my back. And where the evil nurse gave me an injection in my arm for my nausea – that still hurts. Sneezing is scary and I’m trying hard not to get anything irritable up my nose. Laughing isn’t an option either.
I have been told that pain in the shoulders is one of the side-effects of a laparoscopy – something to do with the gas that blows you up. I’ve never had this problem but I expect this is because I’m a bit of a wriggler and movement is the best thing for any pain in the shoulders in this instance.
So surgery isn’t as scary as you may think. It’s actually great if it helps and, these days, a laparoscopy is quite routine and far better than being cut from stem to stern to find endometriosis!