Okay so I’m writing this before surgery.
1.) Apparently I wasn’t supposed to take my fish oil supplements. Nice of anyone to tell me that before yesterday. Yes it was on my chart that I take them.
2.) Nervous about anesthesia, also the code I committed that isn’t reviewed yet (my code reviewer apparently has car troubles today and isn’t in yet).
3.) Worried about how my lovely wife will cope with my impending uselessness. Juggling taking care of me and the puppy will be a bit much for anyone.
When I got home from work yesterday I did the 30 day shred (just starting the 3rd cycle, since I’ve been doing it only about 5 days a week), it kicked my ass. Then I took the puppy on a two mile run. Exercise has become key to handling anxiety lately. The only reason why I haven’t done any this morning is because I can’t eat or drink anything and already feel very hungry. Exercising just exacerbates that.
I hope to finish this post when I get home….
So good news, I feel awake and fine, no drunk-feeling or anything. I mean, I feel like I could take a nap, but not like I’m about to randomly fall asleep. I don’t remember the procedure at all, I just remember them getting me ready on the table and then waking up after everything was done (sorry Speck!). On the plus side, I got to see pictures of my uterus!
Bad news – there was no polyp. It was just a fibroid that was under the endometrium. So, my infertility is officially unexplained. That makes the prospect of trying again not appealing enough to spend any money on. I was kind of hoping they’d find something that would explain it at least. At least I had only felt this was a hail mary and not anything that’d be a definite stepping stone to a baby, so my disappointment isn’t as bad as March’s cycle not working out.