Polyp Out Puke In

Yesterday sucked on soo many levels. The surgery was an all day affair. Dan took me at noon where they got me dressed and prepped for the surgery. Then we laid around and watched TV until they came for me around 2pm. I remember being in the operating room with the oxygen mask on. I kept thinking, I wish this was a c-section and they were taking a baby out of me instead of this lame polyp. I woke up around 5pm in the recovery room and felt so tired and nauseous. This monitor kept going off next to me and the nurses kept coming over to tell me to breathe. I knew I was having trouble with reentry! The poor guy next to me was puking in his little u shaped plastic dish. It got me started with my puking. Around 5:30pm, they wheeled me into another room where Dan was waiting. They sat me in a chair and told me to get dressed. I felt so awful, like I was going to pass out and couldn't believe they were rushing me out of there! So Dan got the car and we left. I was ready to puke the whole way home. I was dumping out all the plastic bags so I could puke into them. Dan stopped at Kroger and I got out to puke in the parking lot. Tons of people were walking by. I felt so gross and helpless. I came home and went right to bed. I woke up feeling bad again and have been puking all day. the doctor said this is to be expected because I have a sensitive stomach, but if it persists, I may have to go back and see him. I really, really hope this misery is lifting. I want this to be a start of the path to healing. But right now, it's more of the same. Yucky feelings and sickness. I have a follow up with my doctor in two weeks. Then we can discuss how to move forward with our quest for baby Z. I'm hanging in there. Love to all~