Home and Healing

I'm not sure why my last post didn't post on Facebook. That app. seems to be hit and miss. Anyway, I'm a full week out of my surgery and doing well. My surgical healing is going great, but I've got a bladder infection from, well, let's just say the hospital stay. Once it clears up I suspect I'll be feeling much better.
Through this I could really see God watching out for me. There were some little things that I certain would not have gone as well if it weren't for prayer. First of all, after my surgery I was to go to extended recovery. They are tiny rooms with no windows and a shared bathroom. There wasn't even a place for Rocky to sit comfortably through the night. However, after I got out of surgery I was looking pale (go figure) and so they kept me there longer and all the extended rooms were filled. They had to put me in a room on the 3rd floor, which meant a bigger room in the regular part of the hospital. I have been told that my recovery care was much better than it would have been otherwise. Just as we were about to try to sleep for the night a tech came in to take my vitals and noticed that we didn't have "one of the good chairs" for Rocky. She had noticed one in an empty room and helped us swap out our chairs. If you have ever spent the night as a visitor in a hospital then you know that getting a good chair is a big deal.
Another thing I a thankful for is that the doctor found what she was looking for and nothing else. The problem I was having in sort of an invisible problem. There is no test that can be run that can tell for sure if you have endometreosis. They have to do surgery. In the back of my mind I was a little worried that they would open me up and say, "I don't know what your problem is, you looked fine." , or even worse, find they the problem was something different and more serious. Instead they opened me up and found exactly what we thought they would. They took out what needed to be taken and cleaned up the rest. It can be a little scary giving a surgeon permission to "explore". I could have woken up with no appendix or gall bladder, but all of that is still intact and doing whatever it is that those things do.
I have a cute kid story to add. This week my father took the kids down to the neighborhood playground. there were some wasps buzzing around, so they came back early. I asked Jack if he had fun and he said, "No. There were wasps and one flew in my face and I screamed like a little girl!"
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All the details

My life is an open book, I guess it would be more accurate to say an open blog. Growing up in a town where you are related to every third person doesn't lend itself well to keeping secrets, so I just never have. At times my book has been a bit too open. This may very well be one of those times.
I'm having surgery on Monday. It will be an extended out patient surgery, meaning I'll be there 23 hours because I need to be in the hospital overnight, but insurance doesn't cover a hospital stay for this type of thing. I should be back to driving in a week and back to my version of normal in about a month.
That was the short and sweet version. I am now about to begin the TMI part of this post. Stop reading now if you don't want to know.
After several years of dragging my feet, jumping through hoops for doctors and insurance companies, and being uninsured for a time, I am finally having a hysterectomy. I am not counting on this to be a cure all. I will probably still have problems with my digestion, and I'm keeping my ovaries so that pain won't be gone either. What this will fix is the extreme cramping and excessive bleeding. After having a month where I almost passed out from the pain and another where I was light headed from passing too much, I knew I had to have this done.
I feel that this is a positive thing in my life. We have two amazing children, and although we might would think of having #3, I am honestly scared of what another pregnancy would bring. I kind of wonder if, in part, the trouble we had with both pregnancies wasn't God preparing us to stop at two. Although I am admittedly nervous, I can not help but feel that removing an obviously defective part is a step in the right direction.
I'll be going under the knife Monday, April 6th at 7:30 a.m. est, so stop and think of me and pray that all goes according to plan. Or, since it is Spring Break here, add my name in to your prayers the night before, and enjoy sleeping in on a weekday.
I'll post when I am on the other side. Wait! I phrased that wrong. I'll post again when I am home and feel like sitting at the computer. I hope everyone has a great week!