Sometimes

Sometimes God has to smack us with something to make us pay attention. Yesterday I had pre-op. It was fine, just a really long day. Dr. Sweetheart was very careful to be sure I sknew that undergoing this surgery probably will not end all of my pain and that it is surgery and a somewhat painful one.. My ovaries will continue to have cysts until menopause. So the benefits are decreased pain and no more bleeding. Sounds good to me. I learned I'm also losing my fallopian tubes, so everything goes but the ovaries. I may have menopause a little faster than I would have otherwise, but who cares? She said we'll need to have a plan in place for menopause because it may be a very rought time for me. I knew that; it's a bad time for bipolar women. I was driving home and talked to Dr. Brain who ordered more klonopin for this period. I stopped to get it but the pharmacy didn't have it yet. I had another script for less than I need now to fill and was totally out so I had to get back in the car after getting the script and then drive back to the nearest pharmacy. I was so tired and anxious and suddenly one of the most brilliant rainbows I have ever seen was in front of me. For a while it was 2 but the top faded quickly. So I was smiling as I made that long trek to pay twice as much as the other pharmacy. Nothing much to say about surgery. I am very thankful to have avoided the bowel prep, I'm just taking laxatives for the next few days. I will have a morphine pump when I come out of surgery and until they feel the pain is controlled. She won't give me a guess on when I'll come home but it sounds a bit like the doctors have decided that keeping me lets them observe me. Sometimes the ovaries shut down for a few days after this surgery and the result can be a lot of mood swings. They are working hard to use the smallest amounts of drugs possible and to keep me under for as little time as possible. I am going to predict right how that the hardest part of this will be a 10 lb. lifting restriction and the only exercise I can do for 6 weeks is walking. There are some slow dissolving stitches that don't come out until that point (as they dissolve they may fall out) and I'm sure that's the reasoning but it's a long time just to remember I can't lift the full container of kitty litter, I can't carry much laundry up or down, I can't burn off steam with aerobics. But I'd rather heal so whatever. The extra klonopin is making me sleepy. I guess it's time to see if I can get to sleep earlier tonight. Tomorrow is Dr. Mind and Sam's club. I have a bottle of burn stuff in my car. I really wish I had brought it inside when I found it. Right now I'm too much in my pajamas to go out. Oh well. I saw rainbows. All is well. 4 more days and then I have surgery. My life is made up of numerous lists of things to do. I didn't get enough done today. Then I burned my arm on my iron and the need for ice has made it hard to do some of what was left. Next up, I hope, is setting up bill pay. I don't want to try to pay bills while under the influence of vicodin. opyright 2006 www.masterofirony.blogspot.com