I'm just gonna jump right on into it. Typically, after the type of hysterectomy I had, there is a 4-week and a 6-week post-surgical check. However, because of holidays and scheduling and nonsense, my 6-week appointment was pushed to the 7-week mark. That appointment was supposed to be Monday.
But on Monday, the east coast of the US, specifically the mid-to-lower part, got absolutely FUCKED with snow. My area in particular got its shit rocked. I mean, when the weatherman says "12 inches" where I live, you kind of laugh, make a bunch of pornhub jokes, and expect maybe 3 inches. Especially when this forecast is being made on a day where it's in the high 60s. So when the temperature dropped 30 degrees in as many minutes on Sunday night...
Monday morning, the doctor's office called to reschedule all appointments, because they were not going to be open. Which made total sense. After all, a few minutes after I got that call, my partner scared the piss out of me by walking back into the bedroom. He had already left for work for the day, and when the Ring went off, it looked like it was Amazon delivering one of my orders. He had his hood pulled all the way up and was backlit, so I didn't see his face. And to be honest, I wasn't expecting him home, and I was expecting an Amazon delivery, so I thought nothing of it. But I digress. He had gotten about a mile from the house, not even to the main road, and had to abandon his car. The snow and ice were already so bad that even the big trucks with the all wheel drive were sliding back down the hill. There was no way for him to safely turn around, so he left the car and walked back. He did not go to work. Which is good, because he would not have gotten home if he had. By the time the snow stopped, there were so many trees down that it looked like a lumberjack convention had rolled through high on PCP.
You may have heard about the I-95 shutdown that left drivers stranded for as much as 28 hours. One of my friends was stuck in that. We live not too far from that. Plows were getting stuck. It was bad. Tuesday, the plan was that he would take my car (which is an SUV, admittedly without 4WD, but still significantly sturdier than his hybrid sedan) to work. Except the battery was dead. Like, stone dead. Like, barely enough juice to unlock the doors dead. He walked to his car to see if he could free it. He could not. He stayed home Tuesday, too. Tuesday after I finished work, we spent 90 minutes digging out his car before we could get it on the (incredibly badly plowed and completely unsalted/sanded) road. We were originally just going to get a jumper box for my car, but when we couldn't, we decided to just go home, and he would get me a new battery Wednesday. Which he did. And ultimately, we installed it, and the car works again. Hooray.
So this morning, I finally got to go to the doctor. After the customary few questions, he did the exam, and was very pleased. Everything is "fully healed" and the word "perfect" was thrown around. I did mention the fact that the rightmost scar has been causing me some issues. Occasionally, the outer edge of it will catch on my clothes, and it sends a spear of pain down my side. Then it's hypersensitive for a few hours. It's still generally sensitive and tender. That is fairly normal, simply because of the tools used in that particular incision, and will fade. It will just take more time than the rest of the incisions. (Note: if you have this procedure, the incision in question may be on the opposite side. It depends on your doctor's preference and handedness.) I was given the go-ahead to have sex, and I no longer have to worry about becoming a supervillain.
And in case you're wondering, yes, I do still have to go to annual exams. I don't have a cervix, but I do still have ovaries, and having the annual exams will help catch any issues that could arise from them (not that we're anticipating any, but early detection and all that).
I'm sure there will be more posts in the future. My healing isn't completely done, and who knows what all will come next. But for now, at least, things are settled down and getting back to normal.
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