Seven days. I’ve been housebound for seven days. While it seems like it would be a nice treat to be off of work for a week, I literally feel like I’ve done nothing.
Monday, I had some blood work done and a Covid-19 test – not pleasant at all. Then straight home to quarantine, until Thursday when I went back to the hospital for surgery. An Endometrial Ablation and D&C. We, my doctor and I, are hoping that this will put an end to my horrific menstrual cycles.
As they were putting my IV line in, it hit me. I won’t be able to have children after this procedure. Not that I was intending too. I have two wonderful sons in their 20’s and my husband – their father, had a vasectomy twenty years ago. I’m 48 years old. I was never intending to have more. But knowing that I physically can’t? It puts a different spin on things.
I’m heading back to work tomorrow. I’m sore, and have a cough as a result of the breathing tube, but other than that, I think recovery is going well. I’m itching to get out.
E. E. Wildwood 