This post is a vent. The ramblings of a drug and pain induced haze. That is your first warning.
This post will not be about knitting. That is your second warning. Well-and this-it won't be graphic, I promise, but I will be getting a little personal. There is your last warning. If you care only about knitting at the blues, surf on dear blog reader! Last Thursday I had a *spot* removed from my ovary. Honestly, I almost left it there. If not for some other problems earlier this year, I wouldn't have even known it was there. But in the process of taking care of the earlier problems it showed up on an ultrasound and remained there for four months, so it had to go. About 14 years ago I lost my other ovary when a similar *spot* was left untreated and grew, twisted with the Fallopian Tube, gangrened then ruptured. It was emergency surgery, huge incision, weeks and weeks of recovery. It was the memory of previous stuff that encouraged me to just take care of this right away. Surgery is different these days. I had a laparoscopic procedure. Six hours from my arrival at the hospital to my departure. The nurses, though very nice, were pushy broads, that is for sure. In pain and barely awake after general anesthesia they were dragging me out of bed, pushing me into the bathroom, telling me to pee (which I couldn't do), making me get dressed, asking me about my pain, ignoring my answers, telling my husband to get the car, and wheeling me to the door. Ummm.....did they not cut me open just a few hours ago? Don't rush me! Yeah, right! I barely got discharge instructions, or I was just too out of it to really hear them. The one thing I remember was, "You can return to work on Monday." Really? Monday? I was thinking that things were looking bright! A few days of discomfort and on my merry way. I mean, by Wednesday I should make Pilates and go for my six mile walk, right? Things have not been so rosy. For those of you who don't know, a laparoscopic procedure involves three small incisions, one to insert a camera so the surgeon can see where she is going and what needs to be done, one to remove the *spot* through, and one to inflate your (in this case) belly with air so the other organs can be moved around a little for better visibility. It is considered less invasive and to have a shorter recovery time. I was most worried about the gas pains after, because although as much of the air is removed as possible, there is some left that moves around for a day or two while it is working its way out. I was feeling okay until Saturday, when the incision underneath my belly button (where the camera went in) really started to hurt. Alot. I was warned that after the anesthesia really wears off, about the second day, that his can happen. Okay, fine. I broke down and took the percocet (actually, half. The stuff really sends me loopy, I try to avoid it.). Sunday I was feeling okay with just the ibuprofin, until I had a laughing fit and literally felt as though I had busted a gut. (No, really-I started to bleed a little, felt like I ripped my insides-ouch!) In tears I took another half a percocet to sleep. Now it is Monday. I was supposed to be able to go back to work today?! Give me a break! My pain is getting worse. I thought I was feeling okay, but when I decided to do a load of laundry (back to work, after all) the discomfort went right back up there. Am I not tough enough? Some kind of weakling? I call my doctor to get the scoop and find out that NEXT Monday is more like when I should feel like going back to work, not this one! Great. Now the best part is, my husband looked at the calendar, saw my scheduled surgery and worked his business trip around it by planning on leaving Friday. Really, FRIDAY!!!!! I think he thought it would be like D&C or a colonoscopy. On your feet the next day. After a little, well, discussion, he moved it to Saturday. Ummm... they would be cutting me open! Well, he was supposed to leave today, but after seeing my pain yesterday decided to cancel it altogether. He is a great guy, and comes around almost all the time of course, after talking to a co-worker that had the same surgery last year. OH-now he believes I should be laid up!). So, I can't laugh, cough, clear my throat, lay on my side, stand up straight..........but the worst part is, the pain is too distracting to knit through! And you should see what the percocet does to my gauge! My Cloverleaf Sock needed to be frogged big time after this. Unless the Jolly Green Giant is on my gift list. Hopefully tomorrow there will be some real knitting.
Meanwhile, the Koigu stash is ever-growing. The very nice postal person took pity on me and delivered a couple of get well packages for me, and I have won a few ebay skeins. I can't wait to get them! Luckily I have my socks and swatching for the Victoria Tank for the Lace Along to keep me busy. When I can knit. To avoid laughing I have been watching only dramas, and may have to start avoiding certain blogs. I am already afraid that the laughing fit and some coughing today may have split something-anyone out there know if this can happen?-I am really feeling it. If you are still here, thanks for letting me vent! This was not intended to be a pity party. I am so not the type. More a pissy party, cuz I am pi**ed about being laid up. Not the good patient type at all.
Oh-I may have some good news in a couple of days. Kind of silly good news, but check back! Thanks again for listening to me turn into a whiner! It doesn't happen often, promise!