Monday was nice. It was my first day back to school and I was pretty exhausted, but the day went pretty smoothly. In Book Arts, my partner came right up to me with hunched shoulders so I knew my teacher had delivered my message. He came to check on me too, which was nice. I spent that class helping my partner set up for printing and learning how to run the press.
I had missed a planned group meeting for my proposal writing class, and I felt terrible about that. As a contingency plan, they asked that we all write our own version of the draft and we'd use Monday to consolidate them. When we met in class, my group was kind and concerned about the surgery, and neither of them had written a draft. I felt redeemed that we would use my draft to work with. Plus that meant they were obligated to even things up and do the parts that I was not looking forward to. My job was to post everything online before class on Wednesday. Whew!
I drove home so I could meet Ant. He took the dogs out and then went to a friend's house. I took a nap.
I went back to school for Art History. I got my first exam back and was ecstatic to see that I got a B+. That was without a curve. Last semester I got a C on the first test and the curve brought it up to a B. At the end of class when we signed in, I looked for the number 1 next to my name indicating my absence from the week before. I really didn't want to miss that class because the grade is based on three tests and attendance, but I was just in no shape to go last week. There was nothing next to my name. Sometimes- rarely- he'll wave us out the door without having us sign in. Could it be that I lucked out?
Yesterday we went to my follow-up appointment with the surgeon. He explained the endometriosis more clearly and reiterated that if I had just the tubal ligation, I would have recovered much earlier. Or, in his words, "It was supposed to be zap-zap. Instead it was zap-zap-zap-zap-zap-zap-zap-zap-zap-zap." That's why the surgery took much longer than expected and it really made me feel better about how long it took to recover, AND the endometriosis diagnosis explains and should fix symptoms I have been dealing with for years. Nice!
I totally forgot to tell Chris about that part, so I felt like an asshole and I was glad he was there to hear the whole explanation. The doctor went over what could happen in the future and what to look for as well as how to deal with leftover symptoms since they could only zap what they could see.
Okay, Con Air is almost over and I only have a little over an hour before I have to get up so I'm going to see if I can't go back to sleep now. Tomorrow is another long day and so is Thursday, but then it's Friday and I'm free. I've run out of sweatpants so I'll have to wear jeans today- let's hope that goes well. By the way, the stitches are dissolving and the end sticking out keeps getting longer. The doctor said I would eventually be able to pull on it and it will just break off. Gross. I'll pass. It will have to fall off on its own. Ew, stitches!
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