From Discovery to Recovery :)

So, about two months ago or so...I realized that I was having some issues on my right side that was messing up my, well for lack of a better word, monthly cycle. I figured it was just because of my sudden change in lifestyle, with the vigorous exercising and diet change. I have heard that can cause some issues, and I figured that was all it was. Well, it started to get worse. I decided to go to the doctor. Turns out, I had a cyst on my ovary. They gave me Zyrtec and hoped that it with my combination of birth control  would shrink the cyst and I would be on my way.

Fast forward, a month goes by. I go back to the doctor because I was having some pain on my right side that just didn't feel right. So I go back and sure enough, the cyst is still there...hadn't done ANYTHING. The doctor gives me a choice...let it go or have it removed. He suggested that I make sure I'm in the country and near civilization while I'm on my honeymoon in case it were to burst/rupture/twist my ovary. That kind of scared me, but I decided I would just let it go unless it started causing me to have to change things in my life to deal with the pain.

Fast forward again, three days after this...the pain in my right side wouldn't go away. I was afraid something was going to happen. I called the doctor and said, "Ok, I think I just want to go ahead and get this taken care of and removed!" They scheduled my procedure for Tuesday, June 27 at 7:30am :)

Fast forward to Tuesday morning...at 5:30. I walk into the hospital...half awake ready to have my surgery. I go back there, they do all their fun pre-op stuff.

The nurse comes in to put in my IV and looks at my hand and goes, "Oh boy!" I have tiny little hands and tiny little veins. However, on the first try she got it! After a hot towel, and a flick of the thumb on my little vein, the vein popped up and hello IV time.

After that, the anesthesiologist came in to talk about the whole "putting me under" thing. Funniest part, he kept looking at the paper where I had signed consent forms and finally looks at me and goes, how old are you honey? He thought I was 16 years old. Hi, yeah I'm 22 :) Anyways, so after he comes in, the nurse comes back in and says, "time for your happy juice!" It's pretty much amazing! I was really happy :)

I was so very happy and chilled out here! After this, they wheeled me off to surgery. I remember going into the O.R., moving over to the operating table, and then having the heart monitors put on me. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in the recovery room and felt pretty good :) They gave me some pain medication as I was coming out because I was hurting a bit. Then they brought me to phase II recovery and mom and dad were able to come and see me. I had good color, could talk, was drinking a sprite and eating some graham crackers :) They gave my a list of do's and dont's and then said I could leave as soon as I went to the bathroom. Which I did and off to mom and dad's I went :)

I did really well on the way back. Got into the garage and about lost it. I got hot, and felt like I was going to pass out. So I ran (well as fast as I could go considering the circumstances) inside to sit down. Finally felt better and then went upstairs where i did the exact same thing again. I was a LOT more sore than I thought I was going to be.  A LOT MORE SORE. Every time I stood up for the first day, I thought my insides were going to fall out and I felt sick! Turns out it was the pain medication I was on that was making me sick. So we fixed that! The worst part of the whole thing, was the excess gas that was in my system from where they pumped me full of it. It kept trying to escape up to my shoulder and giving me this AWFUL charlie horse cramp thing in my right shoulder! OUCH! I started rocking and took some gas x and life became easier! After that, it was much more bearable! Wednesday, I hung around with mom and Brianna and just rested up as much as I could. I watched Bones on Netflix (so glad Matthew reactivated our account for me so I could watch my show) I just love him!

I was still sore on Wednesday but I was able to get up and move around a lot better. I knew I was going back to work on Thursday so I had to get up and try to move. Thursday came up, I rested all the morning and then got ready to go to work. On the way to work, I was lectured by mom and matthew to "NOT OVER DO IT!" They always look out for me. I go to work and just sat around the whole day, but hey at least I got paid for it :) The day worked out pretty well. Matthew picked me up and helped me down the steps to his car. We went to our last marriage counseling and then headed to Beaverbrook to discuss the last bit of business for our reception. That's a whole different blog post that will come later! Needless to say, I was very tired and wanted to go to bed :)

Now, its Friday morning and I am at Curves from 8-1 (look at my amazing card from my ladies at Curves) :)

then at UT from 1:30-5:30 and then its the TAYLOR SWIFT concert :) I'm taking it very easy. Today I feel much better! Not near as sore...still a little sore but nothing like the past two days! I'm hoping I don't get the dreaded "day three curse!" It always is day three of any procedure or injury that is the worst! So far, I'm good! So let's hope it stays that way! I need all the strength and energy I can get for today and the weekend :)