My recovery was going so well. I even had the thought last week that finally - FINALLY - I was done with this whole shitshow of surgeries and doctors and pain.
Thursday was the 8 week post-op milestone in which the hubs and I were once again allowed to have relations. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and I ended up back at the doctor Friday morning where I was told there was a "defect" with my vaginal cuff (remember, they removed my cervix during the hysterectomy so everything was sown shut) and it hadn't healed properly in one place. I immediately went downstairs to their surgical center where I was squeezed into the schedule.
*Note: there is no telling what caused the "defect" for sure.
I was given general anesthesia to repair things with non-dissolving stitches that will need to be removed in 3 months. Of course, I understood this would mean more pelvic rest (no heavy lifting, intercourse, etc), but the surgeon never told me a timeline or what to expect recovery-wise.
And of course Saturday morning I slipped on the stairs and hit hard. I've no idea if this impacted the new stitches. I'm uncomfortable and feeling exhausted while I wait for my surgeon to call me and tell me wtf I'm supposed to do.
So I'm just here venting after being told I should blog this because most women don't know enough about their parts, and clearly everyone should know about the many misadventures of my personal parts.
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