I had to be at the hospital at 6.30am which meant a very early start. I went alone and was ok with that. My room was pretty nice which was good because the procedure was delayed as the anaesthetist was stuck on a train! I eventually went to theatre at 11.
Having never had a general anaesthetic before I was nervous and a conversation with the consultant and the anaesthetist about running whilst starting to feel a bit spacey was quite weird. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling as the cold anaesthetic travelled up my arm and there was some pain…..then I woke up in recovery.
The lady in the cubicle next to me was obviously in some distress poor thing and I tried to block this out. The consultant popped in to tell me he hadn’t needed to do the laparoscopy (I was very glad about that) and that the rest of the procedure had gone really well with the scar tissue easily broken up. In recovery I kept setting off the alarms with my low resting heart rate. I’d warned them so they didn’t seem too concerned.
I was wheeled back to my room. I dozed for a while and drank a lot of water as I was insanely thirsty. I had some period type cramps and they gave me a hot water bottle which helped. I perked up enough to watch some crap TV. And I still set off a few alarms.
My husband wasn’t collecting me as it was hard for him to get out of work. My best friend is currently visiting from abroad and was my carer for the day. She turned up with chocolate and we chatted for a while. I couldn’t leave until I’d had food – really I should’ve ordered a 3 course meal given it was covered by insurance but I was feeling quite sick so had to go for a lighter option.
I eventually got discharged at 4pm with 5 days of antibiotics (and thanks to my friend the rather good quality toiletries from my room). Travelling across London at that point was not the most fun thing I’ve done. I was definitely a little spaced out.
My friend sat with me for a bit once we got home but had to go and pick her daughter up. Naughty husband was late leaving work so I was on my own for a short while.
I’ve felt ok since. A bit of light bleeding for a day and some pain the first night but now it just hurts a little when I cough or sneeze which I suspect is mainly bruising. Plus I’ve slept a lot. I’m hoping to go back to running in another couple of days – I was back running after my miscarriage 3 days after the procedure – but this time I’m insanely tired which is weird for me and must be the anaesthetic.
I should now be good to go ahead with my next cycle. I feel strangely non emotional about it. With my first few cycles I was excited and pleased to be doing something. With the last couple I felt really nervous and worried. At the moment I feel a total absence of emotion either way. Strange.