The Hysteria of the Hysterectomy

Way back when, hysterectomies were preformed to 'cure' women of being affected by hysteria. These days we would probably call it PMS, being emotional, or just being a woman.

So on Weds, I went in for my cure for my hysteria; but I'm still a woman - uterus or not. It's been interesting. I can say, a C-section certainly doesn't hold a candle to the pain of a hysterectomy. Hands down - ouch.

I was relieved to see the mass that was, really wasn't. And came to find out my uterus looked like a marshmallow. So does that mean it could be a miniature stand in for the Stay Puff guy in the Macy's Day Parade? Probably not. But, it does mean there was a sure and definite reason for the pain and suffering I've endured since Jack was born. It's nice to know not ALL of you is crazy. I can accept a half-crazy diagnosis.

It's next to impossible for me to be still, to be in bed. I hear the kids moving and I want to move with them. Supposedly I can't even lift more than 10 lbs for 6 weeks?! These people are crazy. I must listen though and I must heal or I could be down for longer. I think 2-3 weeks sounds a bit more reasonable though.

It's amazing to me that I can't hang out with the kids and care for them (lifting, climbing over gates, ect), but I can go to school. I guess the driving isn't doing anything to me and walking a couple of yards and sitting down is much different than caring for children - but it just seems wrong. Doc says sure it's fine, but I have a feeling it won't make sense to a lot of people - like ME!

I am fastening this backwards back-brace type contraption around my stomach constantly; trying to make in comfortable. It's supposed to keep everything in place. Funny, that's kind of what I thought my skin and such was for. I know, I know, counter pressure, containment...blah blah. Still kind of funny.

So here I am, mind 60% in tact (typical percentage I'd say), body in tact, minus a few parts, and a perfect family, sleeping away for the night.