The Verdict Is In

... regarding the after effects of having the fibroid or polyp removed: Onset day is a bit murky... can't tell if the flow on Thurs leading into Friday was the "spotting" or what, but yesterday evening into today... hellacious cramps. Took a vicodin in the evening yesterday and contemplating doing the same right about now.

Went for lunch w/a friend, then lost myself in thought in shopping for a few hours. Home now. Puttered with the pantry some more. Undershot how many baskets I should have bought, and need to traipse back to Chrismas Tree Shoppes again to get a few more, so I can get the pantry organized. I figure if I have baskets for my supplements, his supplements, and a few baskets which are "task specific" (in this case, baking supplies or canning supplies), it might help things have an overall asthetic of being tidy.

One thing this whole pantry organizing thing has brought to my mind, is how very much I am now a food hoarder since my surgery. I really get off on that sense of abundance, even if I'm not eating everything every second of the day. Hell, half the time when I do my "big cook day" of the week, just being around the food and smelling it cook is sufficient for me. And by the time I'm done cooking, I'm so sick of seeing and smelling what I've cooked, that I end up having some cheese and crackers and just call it a day.

I've got my "mise" for a few dishes already for me, but all I want to do right now is pop a vicodin, and wait a half hour so I can have some ice coffee.

Off to either crochet or curl up into the fetal position, I go.

Feelin' Weird

As if feeling depressed weren't enough, I have this discomfort in the lower abdomen. Can't tell if it's bowel, uterine, or related to my bypass. An uncomfortable pressure weird fullness, with occasional twinges. Weird. Noting it here so when I do my follow up, I'll have a timeline. Breathing very slow, deliberate and shallow because of the discomfort.

No vicodin was ingested today.

Not much to report at the moment.

Hurry up and wait.

Haven't weighed myself. Not sure why. Not motivated to hop on the scale and see it not change, I suppose.

Given the stress of the last two weeks, the pain of the adenomyosis, the surgery to remove the polyp, the undue drama of the Great Unfriending of 2012, and having what I consider a high speed "near miss" on the GSP yesterday (someone was changing lanes, Helen Keller style, at about 80 mph, causing me to lose control of my car, and mercifully not be injured/killed, nor injure/kill someone else). Of course, the asshole in question who caused this chaos, continued on his merry way...

And despite taking my vitamins and staying hydrated and boosting myself with extra B12, I not only feel run down, but just depressed. I don't know if it's situational, chemical, or I'm PMSing or what. But I feel horrid, feel like crying, and workplace notwithstanding, I could easily see myself sobbing at my desk.

Follow up is scheduled for 4/2; however, I might try to change it to the week before, assuming Aunt Flow is out of town by then. So I suppose by then I'll get the low down of size/location of the fibroid/polyp, find out the pathology of it; and perhaps even get a chance to discuss the weird boob twinge thing I've had for the last month or so.

I'm just spent. And tonight I feel like eating something meaty. I might run to Whole Foods for a steak and some salad from the salad bar.