Ok, I'm sorry. I realize that to announce a surgery and then completely disregard it in my following post was a little rude. I didn't mean it. I just figured that since I already talk about it so much, the vibes were getting sent through the airwaves and on to y'all...no? Ok. Well, sorry.
The surgery ended up being rescheduled to Friday, because they were going to try to cut me open from the inside through something, and an ultrasound was involved and another specialist doctor....well they couldn't do it Tuesday, and so Friday, we got up at 4:30 AM, packed according to the numerous instructions about what to/not to bring. And wouldn't you know it, when we walked into the reception area at 5:50 AM, I realized I had forgotten my insurance card. After being told about 400 times that I needed that and an ID. Talk about losing it. Luckily, by this time, about every office in the hospital had my info, so it wasn't a big deal until I realized I couldn't leave the hospital with the painkillers without the card. I sent someone to break into my house and bring it up, so THANK GOODNESS for good friends and extra keys.
Then another surprise came, it was like my birthday all weekend! They reverted to doing the original surgery they had scheduled in the first place. SURPRISE! We just wanted to leave you hanging for 4 days and nothing to do, just to be dandy. Their reasons were valid (too many blood vessels in the area, they want to be able to resolve any problems quickly, yatta yatta yatta), but we were a little irked nonetheless. But I should be positive, so - no worries, it just ended up meaning that Chris missed less work, and that's a blessing, ya?
As far as they know so far, the surgery went well. All I remember is that wonderful doctor putting me under (I love the feel of being anesthetized), then waking up periodically and saying "It hurts!! It hurts!!" And scratching my face a lot. And the nurses saying that everyone was scratching their face a lot. Who knew it made you itchy?
I have a doctor's appointment Friday; they'll take my blood levels and take out my staples and see how I'm doing overall, and we'll know if the procedure worked the way it was supposed to. I promise I'll update then.
Still to come:
Why I now am obligated to vote for Jon Huntsman for president
The Fear of more birth (fake babies may be involved)
Why, if you get cancer, you need to get it in Utah
and much, much more!