Getting Ready

I mentioned in my last post that I got a big packet of information from my dr concerning my upcoming laparoscopy. I started reading some of it today. There was a video on anesthesia that I was supposed to watch. Like the good patient that I am, I cracked open a beer and settled in to learn about anesthesia. I thoroughly enjoyed the parts where it told me I could die. I am not too keen on the part where it told me I can't wear makeup the day of surgery. I am not vain - hardly - but the thought of having to go out in public with absolutely no makeup on is almost as scary as the death warning. I need my foundation!

During the viewing, I suddenly had this flashback to last year. We sold our old house to a woman who is a anesthesiologist. She works in the same part of town where my surgery is being done. Sure, there are several hospitals in this part of town and she could work at any of them, but I am now convinced that that woman is going to be putting me under. I really hope she loves our old house and has no reason to take revenge on me.

I've been under general anesthesia twice in my life. Once when I was about 8 for a very odd cosmetic surgery and once when I was 19 to get my wisdom teeth out. Both went well. I didn't die. I did awake from one of the surgeries (not saying which one) with a very pissed off mother who had just discovered while I was out of it that I had gotten a new tattoo.

I meant to post a couple weeks ago when I decided that I have endometriosis. Having a laparoscopy is really the only way to diagnose it. However, I did some googling and as I was reading about what endometriosis was, I was going through the list of symptoms. As I read, I kept thing, "Check. Check. Check. Check." It was a light bulb moment and I just have this gut feeling that I have endometriosis. I am happy about it too. It is kind of like when I got diagnosed with my UU. All that time I kept thinking that there was something wrong, some bigger reason why we were reproducing. Then I found out I had a UU and I was relieved. It let me off the hook. I could stop thinking I wasn't getting pregnant because sucked at timing sex right or we were using the wrong lubrication or that I had created some horrible sin and God was punishing me. Instead, I was just born that way. There was a lot of grim information about endo with some hope sprinkled in there. Although I am not looking forward to going under the knife, I am looking forward to waking up and hearing that I have endometriosis and that it was treated. And hopefully that will mean some relief from this monthly hell of pain. Maybe it will even mean a future baby in my belly.