The rest of the day all I wanted to do was sleep. I remember Gerald coming to see me and then Mom and Dad came later. They went in together with Rosie and Teniele and brought me flowers, balloons and an American Idol (where are then now) Time magazine. Tami also came by to see me and brought me a gift bag full of all kinds of good things to eat and keep me entertained. I remember trying to visit but not able to keep my eyes open. Scott was a good sport and stayed all day with me then went home to get the kids to bed and off to school the next day.
So the day seemed to go by OK except getting a little nauseated from the pain medicine. However, I didn't have a very good night. They were not able to keep my pain under control and around 1am I woke up scared because my hands and feet were so swollen I just knew that my kidneys were shutting down. I think I was having flashbacks to when Kacie was in this hospital. So I called the nurse and she assured me that it was normal and that my catheter was working just fine. Around 5:30 she finally got me up and I walked a loop in the hallway. I was amazed how much better I felt after getting up. They took out my catheter and IV and I didn't have too much trouble going the bathroom except that it would take me forever because my body or bladder won't relax to let it out. The doctor came in around 7 or 8 am and talked to me about the surgery. He said he was able to leave my tubes and ovaries which was a relief and that my uterus was enlarged and he could see the tumors but didn't think there would be any problems with disease or cancer. He also explained that he put stents in my ureters just during the surgery to prevent cutting in the wrong area and that was the reason for the irritation and feeling that I had to go the bathroom all the time. He said I could go home anytime that day, and that I wasn't suppose to do any housework or lifting for two weeks.

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