Hysterectomy: 1 out of 5 stars, would not recommend

Empress of Dorsa Update:

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I don’t know why LT has to actually say things like, “You do realize you’re only four days out of surgery, don’t you? IT’S OKAY if you lay in bed most of the day!!!”

I guess I just thought I’d feel like doing more by now, and that I’d be in less pain. Granted, yesterday I walked all the way to the park and back by myself — twice! — and that’s 0.4 miles round trip each time, but still. Other than my brief Vitamin D excursions, I mostly laid in bed all day. I felt disappointed in myself. I’m simply not the type of person who enjoys doing nothing productive all day.

The highlight of each day is when LT comes over to take care of me. She likes watching me eat and says things like, “Good girl!” when I finish something as small as a banana or a container of applesauce.

(In fact, even as I’ve been writing this post, she just texted from work to say she’s ordering me some pho and wants to know when I want it delivered.)

When she reminds me that I don’t need to be productive for at least a week, maybe even two, I feel better about myself. Until I lie in bed for hours upon hours again. Then I require another one of her reminders that IT’S OKAY to rest, that this is what my body (and probably my mind) need for right now.

The weirdest thing I’ve encountered post-surgery so far is that I have next to zero wish to drink coffee. And when I do drink coffee, I don’t want much. *But* what little bit I have tastes like heaven.

Anyway, on the bright side:

1. No more periods
2. I got to keep my ovaries (no early menopause!)
3. This depression people have spoken about around losing one’s girl parts? Naw, I’m not going to miss my uterus, I promise
4. Three weeks out from work (a very mixed blessing for an overachiever such as myself), but which leads me to…
5. Maybe sometime soon I will brain enough to work on Empress some more