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On October 8th, 2018 I had to get a hysterectomy. Yes, I said I had to get one done. The reason I had to have one done is that I had an Endometrial Ablation done and it went screwy. I had to have the ablation done because I was hemorrhaged 6-7 times in a month and the ablation was the only way that they could stop my bleeding. The doctors were afraid to do a hysterectomy because of cutting me. When I had the ablation done I thought that it may just work and things would be all better because it stopped the bleeding, but then the pain started. It first I thought that I was just starting to get bad cramps, but then I had an ultrasound done and it showed that my uterus scarred shut and they were not able to get all my uterus. So, the top part of my uterus was having a period and the blood was pooling on top of the scar tissue. I do not recommend ever having an ablation done.
Fast forward 5 months later… I go to get my hysterectomy done. The procedure was done early in the morning, but there was a small hitch in the procedure. They got one IV done while I was in pre-op and they were just going to wait until I was out to do the second one because my veins didn’t want to cooperate. They get everything going and then they try to do the IV. It took 16 tries in my arms and 6 tries in the tops of my feet. My surgery got delayed 1 1/2 hours because they could not get the other IV. They get and my surgery is done and I am setting in recovery and I guess I told my husband that if he would have just gotten a vasectomy done I wouldn’t have had to have this surgery. There is no way shape or form that anything could have cured this. May have postponed it because I wouldn’t have been on birth control, but I still have a clotting disorder. I usually don’t have any funny moments while coming out of anesthesia. That day was my day though I guess.
The area of the hospital I was in was very small a total of 8 rooms. I asked if the nurses could find my husband a recliner or something because there was nothing in the room for him. They couldn’t so he set up his own sleeping area. It consisted of two chars, 3 pillows, and two blankets. That is how you can tell someone loves you! He slept like that 2 nights. I don’t know if he will ever know how much I love him and appreciate what he does for me and his son. Other than that the first night was easy! I didn’t have to get up and go pee because I had a catheter. The only exciting thing that happened was I had a reaction to how much pain medicine they had me on and I was having issues breathing. The nurse would run into the room and wake me up because I would quit breathing and my pulse ox would drop. She ended up putting me on oxygen that night so I could sleep through the rest of the night.
The next day though oh my… We get a new person in our area and she was nuts-o! Automatically she starts yelling for her things. The nurses in the area are telling her it’s on it’s way to her. She continues to scream. Then gets up stomping down the hall butt hanging out the back and all, holding her catheter bag under her left arm, and screaming down the hall to the bathroom. While she is in there she starts throwing stuff against the walls and yelling to the top of her lungs, then comes out yelling because she can’t pee while stomping to her room. The nurses tell here she has a catheter and she can’t. This routine goes on for about 1 1/2 hours. Then all of a sudden everything goes quiet. I think they either sedated her or they took her to the looney bin. So, the rest of the night everything was quiet. I no sooner get to sleep when the same nurse comes running in the room because I guess I was breathing funny. At least she didn’t put me on oxygen this time. That morning they told me I could go home. I was so happy to be going home to sleep in my own bed.