So, yeah. Life just happened.
Basically life exploded on me.
So we're just gonna try and play catch-up one post at a time.
So I've been having some health issues the last year and a half or so, as in I've been gaining excessive weight and other hormonal stuff, which we all thought was probably thyroid issues.
Finally found a doctor who would actually agreed that I probably had something wrong and was willing to test until we figured it out.
So after way to many blood tests, and other tests we found a bunch of cysts on my ovaries, which sends your hormones completely out of whack.
This led to my very first surgery ever, in which I was knocked unconscious, filled with gas and shot with lasers. Sounds like the stuff from science fiction, right?
That actual terms of what was done are called diagnostic laparoscopy. So I was put under general anesthesia, and then in order to get a good look at the inside of your stomach they have to fill it with CO2 gas and then send in a little camera and light and then little robot hand things and a laser thing that they used to remove the cysts.
I was surprisingly not worried about my first surgery. I was more worried about how long it would take to bounce back. I had surgery the Tuesday before Thanksgiving...which was the week before dead...which was the week before finals...which is basically the suckiest two weeks of any college students life.
So I finally find out what time my surgery is night before...it wasn't until about 3:00 in the afternoon. I also wasn't allowed to eat anything after midnight... I told my roommates...and (because I have the best roommates ever) their immediate reaction is was WAFFLE PARTY!!!! We had a waffle party and watched a movie so I could eat until midnight. And they were really good waffles.
So I get to the hospital, it's about 2 in the afternoon. And...they were running about 2 hours behind. So I get into pre-op and play the waiting game for the next 2 hours.
Then I wake up, am very groggy, but really boring. Sorry world, I am no fun on narcotics. I didn't get loopy, just tired. But still able to hold conversation.
Then comes recovery, I spent about 2 days hopping between the bed and the recliner at my grandmas house. Want to know where the worst amount of pain came from? My shoulder.
They will release all the gas when they are done with surgery. But some of it works it's way into your system and for some reason just loves to congregate at your shoulder...making your life absolutely miserable. Which is where drugs come in. Narcotics made life bearable.
After I didn't need them anymore I wanted to get rid of them. I've heard people will break into houses to steal left over drugs. Did you know you can drop off any left over prescriptions with the police department? they'll incinerate old drugs for you. I thought that was pretty great.
So yeah...that's about as exciting as that was.
yup...that is the end of that adventure.
Basically life exploded on me.
So we're just gonna try and play catch-up one post at a time.
So I've been having some health issues the last year and a half or so, as in I've been gaining excessive weight and other hormonal stuff, which we all thought was probably thyroid issues.
Finally found a doctor who would actually agreed that I probably had something wrong and was willing to test until we figured it out.
So after way to many blood tests, and other tests we found a bunch of cysts on my ovaries, which sends your hormones completely out of whack.
This led to my very first surgery ever, in which I was knocked unconscious, filled with gas and shot with lasers. Sounds like the stuff from science fiction, right?
That actual terms of what was done are called diagnostic laparoscopy. So I was put under general anesthesia, and then in order to get a good look at the inside of your stomach they have to fill it with CO2 gas and then send in a little camera and light and then little robot hand things and a laser thing that they used to remove the cysts.
I was surprisingly not worried about my first surgery. I was more worried about how long it would take to bounce back. I had surgery the Tuesday before Thanksgiving...which was the week before dead...which was the week before finals...which is basically the suckiest two weeks of any college students life.
So I finally find out what time my surgery is night before...it wasn't until about 3:00 in the afternoon. I also wasn't allowed to eat anything after midnight... I told my roommates...and (because I have the best roommates ever) their immediate reaction is was WAFFLE PARTY!!!! We had a waffle party and watched a movie so I could eat until midnight. And they were really good waffles.
So I get to the hospital, it's about 2 in the afternoon. And...they were running about 2 hours behind. So I get into pre-op and play the waiting game for the next 2 hours.
Then I wake up, am very groggy, but really boring. Sorry world, I am no fun on narcotics. I didn't get loopy, just tired. But still able to hold conversation.
Then comes recovery, I spent about 2 days hopping between the bed and the recliner at my grandmas house. Want to know where the worst amount of pain came from? My shoulder.
They will release all the gas when they are done with surgery. But some of it works it's way into your system and for some reason just loves to congregate at your shoulder...making your life absolutely miserable. Which is where drugs come in. Narcotics made life bearable.
After I didn't need them anymore I wanted to get rid of them. I've heard people will break into houses to steal left over drugs. Did you know you can drop off any left over prescriptions with the police department? they'll incinerate old drugs for you. I thought that was pretty great.
So yeah...that's about as exciting as that was.
yup...that is the end of that adventure.
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