Just enough time for a quick post before my "responsible driver" arrives to take me the two blocks or so over to the William W. Backus Hospital where I will spend probably most of the morning undergoing a little bit of outpatient surgery. Not that I'm sure if you can call what I'm having done surgery or not but hey ... it's all semantics, right?
Not to go into too much personal detail here (or skeeve anyone out!) but I am basically having the lining of my uterus burned away via a laser instrument that looks like the netting on a Coleman lantern! The procedure is called an endometrial ablation and it will, hopefully, take care of some issues I've been having for quite a long time - or at least long enough for me to enter the wonderful world of menopause. Oh joy.
Unlike my dispatch partner, Jen, who likes to happily tell pretty much anyone who walked into the dispatch center that she has a "pristine" uterus, I don't. Matter of fact, I probably have a fairly antique uterus at this point that has pretty much done what it's needed to do and could probably have simply been put out to pasture had I chosen to go the route of a full hysterectomy instead. However that would have required a lot more time off of work than I have available so I'm going this route instead.
My doctor tells me that the procedure is fairly simple and that for most people recovery is only a few days at the most which is why he performs them on Fridays so that people can use the weekend to recuperate. Of course, I don't have what one could call a normal weekend (naturally!) and would normally return to work on Sunday but for those who encouraged me (or was that yelled at me?) to take off Sunday, you will be happy to know that I have done so.
With any luck, I can spend some of the recovery time in bed with my laptop so perhaps I'll finally get a chance to catch up on my blogging but if not and you don't hear from me for a couple days (other than perhaps a status update on Facebook), I'll be taking it easy - once my responsible driver brings me back home later! Oh, and a big thank you to my friend Rhonda for coming all the way down here from Canterbury to take me the less than two blocks to the hospital - what a responsible gal and good friend!