Melissa's Turn

Continuing with the hospital theme for 2015, I took a turn.  My uterus and I haven't gotten along for many years. After it only getting worse the last few months, I decided I had had enough. Dr. Arrington was the only GYN in years who listened to my symptoms and issues. He was also the first to not put me on birth control or tell me to get pregnant. He had my vote from that moment on. After waiting months for the right time, insurance and a new job, I finally got it all looked at. 

It's weird going under at the same place you work at. Luckily, I work with fantastic people who took such great care of me. Gave me a whole new perspective on my patient care. I also don't remember most of the visit, turns out my body likes to hang onto the drugs. Luckily, Shaun was a fabulous husband who kept me oriented even if couldn't see straight. 

Well, again I don't remember much of that day. I came home, I think I ate something, and I slept alot. Shaun showed me the pictures of my insides, turns out I officially have Endometriosis--a pretty bad case at that. Thank goodness I am not crazy! The recovery has been an adventure. Turns out I am not the most patient patient in the world. I tried to get and do too many things the first few days. Really struggled to eat or drink on a regular basis. Come to find Dr. Arrington beat me up pretty bad inside. No wonder it hurt to use any source of abdominal muscle! Shaun has been fantastic. He watched every Harry Potter movie with me, made sure I had food whenever I felt hungry, gave me my heat pads, and even helped me waddled around the house. I don't know how I got so lucky with him. 

One week later and I am still not 100%, but I can walk and eat normally!!!! Happy dances all the way around. Now I just have the occasional nausea to fight off. My belly looks like it lost a fight--it's still pretty bruised and covered in holes. At least now I can tackle my to do list again, take the dogs on walks, and enjoy a few more free days before work starts! 

Lets hope I never have to do this again! 

You Would Think Life Would Slow Down. . . . .

I don't know why I keep thinking life will be less crazy. I know wishful thinking. So far February has proven to be just a chaotic as the last year.

I keep joking with Shaun that he was just waiting to marry a nurse before he started to fall apart; he doesn't think it is as funny. With all the moving and him being sick we haven't been as diligent at getting to the gym. He has had afew problems in the past but hasn't had any pain for years. Well after kneeling down to get a T-shirt I heard his knee pop and saw him go down. We iced it, rested it and made an appointment with the Orthopedic doc. He mostly behaved until a week later when it did it again and this time he really couldn't stand up. Luckily, Shaun was able to make it to the doctor 3 weeks early because of a cancellation. Turns out his knee was more screwed up then he even knew. He was scheduled for surgery the following week.

Keeping him down proved interesting, but the morning finally arrived. He was all excited and had the nurses smiling and giving him weird look as they started his IV. Although he wasn't thrilled at not being able to eat breakfast.  Luckily, I knew the anesthesiologist that was taking care of him so my nerves calmed down a bit. 

Before I knew it Shaun was out and in recovery. I missed talking to Dr. Byck because of my hungry belly. But they took me back to see Shaun and he was up in a chair smiling and eating jello. Apparently, he had kept asking for me. I love this man of mine. 

Well now he is up back to himself. He has the clear to start bending and using it again. But of he now holds the record for one of the worst knees Dr. Byck has seen. He has something called a Plica, which only occurs in like 0.01% of the population. His meniscus was flipped over, torn, and kinked in a way they hardly ever see. I guess Shaun likes to go big or go home. Well, I wish we could say we were done with hospitals. But I go under in shortly under a month. Bring on the craziness.