I am finally recovered.

The first few days were great! Drugs! Lots of them! I felt soooo gooooood!

Somewhere between the third and fourth day post-op things took a turn for the worst.
For therein lay the unrelenting nausea. No, no vomiting to speak of. That would have been a relief from the nausea. Just nausea. And pain! Pain in the middle of the night! Pain that was safely controlled in the daytime, but when I woke up at night,omygod. I even had a dream that these "people" were sticking beaded necklaces into my stomach, one bead at a time, poking it through my stomach skin, peircing down into my kidneys. I woke up moaning. I must have been moaning long before I actually woke up because my hubby had already gotten up and retrieved "the pills." Thank god for him.

But all is well now. Well, maybe not all, but I feel muuuuuuuccchhh better. Still not eating or pooping, but muuuuuuuuuuccchhh better.

I did get to speak with my doctor last Friday- I had called the office and was told he was busy. But guess what? Like 15 minutes later he called me! The big city RE called me! He actually didn't tell me anything I didn't already report to you, sadly- except that my ovaries and uterus had been frozen with adhesions and scar tissue- stuck to my inside walls. No wonder that shit hurt. He reiterated "the plan"-- which is 6 months of Lupron then another surgery. I'm so ready to get this show on the road.