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Today I had what I referred to as the ‘Special Session’ surgery. After two failed attempts to remove my IUD which had apparently become stuck, the doctor offered me a slot opened by a cancellation to put me under and go in and fish it out.
The plan was either to replace with a new one that was correctly placed, or do an endometrial ablation. I went back and forth A LOT just trying to decide what to do, but based on the doctor’s advice, eventually decided on the ablation.
However, things did not quite go as planned.
With that, I turn you over to my lovely wife Jessica (who also happens to be a nurse), to recount her version of the day’s events 1.
Kronda got some IV Versed immediately prior to getting taken to the operating room (OR) for removal of her embedded IUD and an endometrial ablation performed to stop all of this crazy bleeding and painful cramps she has been experiencing the past several months.
Kronda likely did not remember anything after that [You can say that again. ~K]. I was hungry, so went to the cafeteria to grab a quick bite to eat. The procedure was supposed to take 20-30 minutes, so I did not have much time. I ate my snack while sitting outside in the beautiful garden at Legacy Good Samaritan Hospital.
I then headed back to the surgical waiting area to wait for Dr S to come and brief me on the procedure. About 30 minutes after Kronda left for the OR, I received a call on my cell phone. It was Dr S herself. She unexpectedly found a large fibroid inside of Kronda’s uterus and wanted consent to remove it.
While I knew Kronda would want it removed, she also was very clear that she was doing this procedure today knowing that it would be a quick and easy procedure with minimal recovery time. Kronda is speaking at Wordcamp Portland this coming Saturday and she will also be flying to California soon for a cousin’s baby shower. So that was my trepidation about giving permission, as I knew this would mean a longer time under anesthesia and “the knife” and a longer recovery time.
I gave Dr S the permission to remove this alien baby and hoped Kronda would not be upset with me for making this decision. [I wasn’t ~K]
- 1. You’ll get my drugged version later. (Back)
This post is part of the thread: 2013 Battle With Fibroids – an ongoing story on this site. View the thread timeline for more context on this post.
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Whoa. It’s like a macabre game of Where’s Waldo!
Jeez, man. Mary has been going through fun procedures the last 12 months as well. And every time they seem surprised by her uterus and its hoarding tendencies.
I hope your recovery is speedy, Kronda!