Popping Percocets

Last Tuesday was Tilda Removal Day. We showed up at the surgery center around 11:30, filled out some paperwork, I got a plastic bracelet, peed in a cup and then changed into a lovely gown and sock combo. After that I got to hang out on a sweet bed while Brad sat in the waiting room. When my doctor (who is awesome bytheway) showed up around 12:30 things got started. I got my super (crazy) painful IV (normally I am not a needle wimp but the nurse choose THE stupidest place on my body to place a giant needle), got to say goodbye to Brad, and got wheeled into the operating room. Someone hooked up some sweet meds to my IV and I was out like 2 seconds later.

Waiting for surgery with my thermometer sticker

Hours later I woke up (with my glasses on my face - I thought that was a nice touch by the thoughtful nurses) groggy as can be but I couldn't feel a dang thing, which is good. Brad comes in and they get me to sit up and then they try to make me pee but everything is too numb for that sort of business. I get dressed and after what feels like 15 minutes, but Brad told me it was actually over an hour, we get up to leave.

Did and done.

Tilda turned out to be a super large endometrioma (an ovarian cyst filled with old blood and some endometrial tissue) that had been growing for 3-4 years. They were able to successfully remove Tilda and some stray growing endometrial tissue without any problems. They also discovered I have a large subserosal fibroid attached to my uterus, but it isn't dangerous or problematic so they just left it attached so I wouldn't have scar tissue on/in my uterus.

My insides (sorry for the sad scanned photos... but at least I labeled things). Tilda doesn't look very large in this photo but trust me, she was a biggun.

Tilda is GONE!

Recovery time has included lots of percocets, sprite, hot packs, naps, and Friends episodes. Things are finally starting to feel normal and yesterday I actually left the house for like an hour (I know, I'm wild). 

Random things I want to remember later:

• About 5 minutes in to waiting in the waiting room, Brad muted the TV (despite others in the room) so he wouldn't have to listen to crappy daytime TV. I love him.
• I had a thermometer sticker on my forehead and it made me feel awesome.
• The surgery lasted about 2 hours (longer than they expected).
• My doctor has a mustache and an earring and I think he's the bomb.
• They let me keep my sweet slipper socks (mostly because I couldn't bend down to put on my shoes when it was time to go).