It was a walk in the park* compared to what I had played it up to be in my head.
Uneventful birth, they had the OR prepped and waiting for me. I was still a bit stoned from the pain meds that gave me for the delivery, the nurse anestethist (Christ, I can't spell) gave me some Versed on the way to the OR.. So I became even more loopy.
When they got me one the operating table, they put an oxygen mask on me.. I was about to doze off (They didn't give me the anesthesia yet). I popped up, yanked the mask off and said "Ya'll aren't going to take funny pictures of my cunny hanging out are you?". The nurse looked appaled and answered "No". "Oh, ok.. Well you can you know, just as long as you keep my face out of them" I said.
The bad part:
When I woke up, I moaned and they immediately pumped me full of Dilaudid. I still whined, they asked me what was wrong
"I have to potty!" I said
"You have a catheter in." nurse 1 replied
"Nooooooo! I have to poo!" I said
"You can't strain right now" nurse 1 said
*30 seconds later*
" I really need to go!"
"But you have a catheter in" nurse 1
"I have to poop!"
"But you can't strain right now"
*I mewl pathetically for a minute*
Nurse 2 leans close to my ear:
"Your colon is having spasms from the surgery, it will stop soon, ok?"
Well, that's all I needed to hear to shut up
Post surgery pain was controlled by laying the Hell still (I don't know if the Dilaudid drip helped with the pain or just kept me asleep so I didn't move).. I had a lab person come draw blood and I whined and begged her to hurry because I was hurting from having to lay in the position for her the draw blood.
I was released the next day with some Percocet and 800 MG Ibuprofin. I go to the drug store to get the meds, this young bitch zooms around my pathetic shuffleing to the pharmacy counter (I swear I will viciously murder whose sadistic idea it was to put it in the back). Young Bitch is trying to get routine meds that are even due to be filled, filled.. She argues, inquires about the prices, I'm gripping the counter next to her whining aimlessly, she ignores me. When she turns to leave I give her the double middle finger (Hey, I was hurting, tired and in no freaking mood for bull shit)
I get my meds, go home and go to bed, expecting to be confined there for a few weeks. No, I was in bed for a day before I was up walking around some, I was able to do light house work and even cook some. Well, the next day I was hurting really badly, felt like a horrendous menstral cramp, so at my GYN's advice, I went to the ER.. I was backed up and had a UTI.
Pooping was a scream fest for a couple of weeks and peeing tingled like crazy for a while.
But I was expecting to be in bed for a month just moaning with misery.
I had a laproscopic, vaginal hysterectomy.
* Your experience may vary
Uneventful birth, they had the OR prepped and waiting for me. I was still a bit stoned from the pain meds that gave me for the delivery, the nurse anestethist (Christ, I can't spell) gave me some Versed on the way to the OR.. So I became even more loopy.
When they got me one the operating table, they put an oxygen mask on me.. I was about to doze off (They didn't give me the anesthesia yet). I popped up, yanked the mask off and said "Ya'll aren't going to take funny pictures of my cunny hanging out are you?". The nurse looked appaled and answered "No". "Oh, ok.. Well you can you know, just as long as you keep my face out of them" I said.
The bad part:
When I woke up, I moaned and they immediately pumped me full of Dilaudid. I still whined, they asked me what was wrong
"I have to potty!" I said
"You have a catheter in." nurse 1 replied
"Nooooooo! I have to poo!" I said
"You can't strain right now" nurse 1 said
*30 seconds later*
" I really need to go!"
"But you have a catheter in" nurse 1
"I have to poop!"
"But you can't strain right now"
*I mewl pathetically for a minute*
Nurse 2 leans close to my ear:
"Your colon is having spasms from the surgery, it will stop soon, ok?"
Well, that's all I needed to hear to shut up
Post surgery pain was controlled by laying the Hell still (I don't know if the Dilaudid drip helped with the pain or just kept me asleep so I didn't move).. I had a lab person come draw blood and I whined and begged her to hurry because I was hurting from having to lay in the position for her the draw blood.
I was released the next day with some Percocet and 800 MG Ibuprofin. I go to the drug store to get the meds, this young bitch zooms around my pathetic shuffleing to the pharmacy counter (I swear I will viciously murder whose sadistic idea it was to put it in the back). Young Bitch is trying to get routine meds that are even due to be filled, filled.. She argues, inquires about the prices, I'm gripping the counter next to her whining aimlessly, she ignores me. When she turns to leave I give her the double middle finger (Hey, I was hurting, tired and in no freaking mood for bull shit)
I get my meds, go home and go to bed, expecting to be confined there for a few weeks. No, I was in bed for a day before I was up walking around some, I was able to do light house work and even cook some. Well, the next day I was hurting really badly, felt like a horrendous menstral cramp, so at my GYN's advice, I went to the ER.. I was backed up and had a UTI.
Pooping was a scream fest for a couple of weeks and peeing tingled like crazy for a while.
But I was expecting to be in bed for a month just moaning with misery.
I had a laproscopic, vaginal hysterectomy.
* Your experience may vary

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