I went to the doctor yesterday. To my surgeon Dr. H, specifically.
It was a combo post-op/let's discuss what to do next that won't kill you appointment.
I wish there were more exciting things to update about but my life is pretty much this crap and job searching.
In short, I have to go to a new surgeon, Dr. B, because Dr. H does not do open abdominal surgeries, and there's not a snowball's chance in hell we're trying a laparoscopy again.
Dr. H is going to call Dr. B this week and inform him on my case and the whole cardiac arrest thing. She's also going to see if there's any way I can get in to see him before next Friday the 8th, when I already have an appointment set up, but that's not a guarantee.
So I'll see him, then set up a new surgery for as quickly as I can get fit into his schedule.
The only unnerving thing about the whole appointment was that I learned my heart was actually stopped closer to two minutes than one, but what can you do? I am alive now.
After that, I went to my regular women's health care doc at the student health center to get the referral for the new surgeon, and I begged her into giving me some Vicodin because I almost passed out in Dr. H's office because of the pain from this week.
I know July 8th isn't really that far away, but I'm so tired of living in this pain all the time. And I'm just praying that it doesn't take weeks for Dr. B to get me into his surgery schedule.
Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying and waiting.