And the punches just keep on coming...

Yesterday I had my surgery.  It was an incredibly crappy and fucked up day.  I'm still not sure what to make of it.

I got to the hospital nice and early, about half an hour before they said to because we weren't sure what traffic would be like.  When I got there I had to fill out some forms and sit in one waiting room.  My mom and dad and D were able to sit with me there.  Then they called me into another area where they took my blood pressure, weight, temperature etc. and got changed into the hospital gown.  They had another waiting area in this room, but only D could stay with me there because there was very limited seating.  I waited there for another hour, hour and a half before being moved to yet another waiting room.

45 min later, I met with the anesthesiologist and Dr. M and was then taken to the OR. Once in the OR, I had to give my name and confirm what procedure I was there for. I then got up on the table and they inserted the IV into my hand.

Dr. M came in while the IV was still being set up and asked if I was ready. I joked around saying no, I'm not ready, I can still talk, please wait until I can't talk anymore! The anesthesiologist then inserted what he called "my lunch" into my IV and they put the oxygen mask on me and I was out.

When I woke up in recovery, I was in quite a bit of pain and was freezing cold and could not stop shaking. They brought be 3 or 4 heated blankets to warm me up and gave me a shot of morphine. After the morphine, I was still hurting so they also gave me Oxycontin. Eventually I warmed up and stopped shivering and that helped with the pain too. After about half an hour or so I was moved back into the same room I got ready in to finish recovering and D was able to be with me again.

Dr.M was supposed to come and talk to us after the surgery to let us know how it went, but instead he left me a note.  I assumed he was probably very busy, I could tell that he had back to back to back surgeries lined up all day.  When D finally opened the note I was am very upset by what it said and the fact that he didn't tell me in person.

The note said:

"Bilateral Hydrosalpinx
More on RI>Lt
Options: A) OHIP IVF; B)Corrective surgery (may loose coverage if opened but not pregnant)
Hysteroscopy done
Small septum divided"
with his email at the bottom.

D, of course didn't recognize the diagnosis, and the nurse either didn't know either or pretended not to know, but I knew what it meant right away.

Both of my tubes are blocked.

I have no chance of ever conceiving a child without IVF.

We had the nurses call for Dr. M twice while I was still recovering enough to go home, but he was in surgery and I never got to see him.  Today I sent him an email, but he has not responded yet.  I also called his clinic to book a follow up appointment that he wanted in 4 weeks, but the earliest appointment I could get is not until February 18th.  I don't even know what time it is booked for, I was so upset, I just hung up.  The longer this is left with no response from him the angrier I will be.  I was very happy with my treatment so far with him until now.  But leaving that kind of information in a note???  In my opinion, it was very unprofessional.

We left the hospital and my parents came back to our house for dinner and to stay with me while D went to the pharmacy to pick up my drugs.  My dad came up and said my mom was outside dealing with a call from work.  It wasn't until later that night that they told me the call was not work, but in fact was my aunt telling her that my grandmother had passed away.

They figured that they wouldn't burden me with that info after they day I'd already had, but then my cousin posted something on Facebook and they decided to tell me so that I wouldn't learn about it by reading it on Facebook.  I'm glad they finally told me, I think I would have been more upset if they'd successfully kept it from me for another day or two.

Physically I'm doing ok today.  The shoulder pain that was bad last night is better today and I can sit up for more than 20 min.  I still can't really use my stomach muscles to sit up on my own or get out of bed on my own, but I haven't had to take any T3's since first thing this morning.

I'm off to bed now, maybe tomorrow I can do more research on my new diagnosis, but for now i'm still trying to wrap my head around it.