Surgery was two hours long, but according to all the medical people I did really well. But how unwell can you do when you’re unconscious?! The fibroid shrank from softball size to tennisball size; there was minimal bleeding; I spent two nights in the hospital and came home late yesterday afternoon. I got my staples out today and am supposed to keep an eye on the incision. There’s some question about whether the redness is bruising on infection, but so far the money is on bruising. I can go up and down the stairs, but then I feel like I need a nap. I’m still fairly drugged up, so it’s taking me forever to type this. I’ve still got a ways to go but I’m on the road to recovery. Thanks for all your prayers and good wishes.
photo courtesy of jaz111