Isn't She Lovely? Isn't She Wonderful?

I am finally feeling much better, thanks for asking. I remembered Trey took some pictures of me in the hospital and they seriously made me laugh out loud, especially the second one, so I thought, why not share them with the world. This first picture is before surgery. The smile is completely fake. I know this because they jacked up my first IV and I was not happy with the pain and bruising it left in my arm, all for nothing. You might also notice how long my thumb looks and how ugly I would be without hair.

This second one I don't even remember Trey taking, but apparently it was right after surgery. I don't really look like I'm buying the whole thumbs up, do I? This picture is so funny to me, I love it. Gosh, I'm cute.

Road to Recovery

Most of you probably already know, but I had surgery on Tuesday. A couple months ago I had an ultrasound that found some endometrial cysts on both ovaries, so I had a laparoscopy to get them removed. They say you can't technically diagnose endometriosis unless you take a look inside your body and actually see it, but my cysts were large enough that the dr. pretty much guaranteed that's what it was. After the surgery, my dr. said it was the worst case of endometriosis he has ever done surgery on. Normally, I like to be unique, but not in this case. Surgery was supposed to be 45 minutes or so but I had Trey waiting for 3 whole hours. 

No surgery would be complete without a few complications. The first complication was minor, I won't go into it. The second, however, made Trey say a bad word :) With laparoscopy they do a few incisions...one to insert the camera and two more for the tools to remove the bad tissue. Luckily for me, I had to have an extra incision because my insides were such a mess. And luckily for me, that fourth incision was the icing on the cake. Apparently, the tool they use to make the incision isn't supposed to be able to cut through blood vessels, it's just supposed to move them out of the way. My dr. said he'd never seen this before, but it cut through my blood vessel and created a big leaky mess inside of me causing lots of swelling and bruising and most importantly a beautiful hematoma! When I showed my 5 year old niece my side (where the bruising is the worst) she said, "Eww, pull your shirt down. That is disgusting!" She came over again today though, and that's the first thing she asked to see. 

According to my doctor, recovery is supposed to last a week. I think in my case, it might last just a little bit longer. If it weren't for my best friend Percocet I don't know if I would have made it through these last few days. Speaking of Percocet, it's kicking in and I need to lay down.