H is for Hysterectomy (and Hormone Replacement Therapy?)

So, I am still here.  (Obvious to those of you who actually read this, I have posted three times since my surgery, already.)

Three weeks to the day.

I have had very little bleeding.  In fact I have bled less in this three week period than I have since sometime around the end of July 2015.  Significantly less.  Less still than I had prior to and during that exciting March Break event not so very long ago and for a very long time afterwards.

It's over, my battle with my uterus.  I won by losing it...  (HAH, clearly I couldn't resist.)

Reading the potential side effects on this side of the operating theatre fills me with more trepidation than it did prior to the surgery.  I think that is reasonable, don't you?

I already know what hormone fluctuations can feel like.  How could I have avoided buying a vowel in that puzzle with what was going on before?    This time around I am running on a low tank, not on high octane.  It feels different, not certain if that is good or bad.  It's only been three weeks.

I would like to blame my faults and irrational behaviours on hormones.  I just think that my brain is stronger than that.  That's on me.  The rest of the possible side effects...  Yay!  I may grow a beard and become even more dwarf like...  So, um, yeah...

Charts like this, don't help:

http://www.hersfoundation.com/effects.html#Anchor-Chart-47857


The internet is not a good place to go looking for reassurance about your medical issues.  I am not reading any more on the internet about the side effects of anything.  Not even of chewing gum whilst walking in the rain.

I will see what comes next.   If anything does I have the joy of potentially looking forward to Hormone Replacement Therapy for dealing with the fallout caused by a hysterectomy.  There isn't any way to counter bleeding to death; not that I know of, anyhow.  So in that regard I at least have the more propitious side effects hiding behind the curtain.

To anyone out there who happens to be considering this surgery I offer no advice or counsel.  I would not have listened to you either.

I made an informed decision and I am well aware of what may or may not happen afterwards.  I have some control over the consequences of this surgery.  I had no control over my uterus, it held me hostage and hijacked my peace of mind.  I was worried about me, about dying in front of my kids, about dying in front of my friends, about making myself an emergency and having other people have to deal with it, about never being able to relax and just swim in a lake without wondering if I would bleed everywhere when I came out, about bleeding on people's chairs, couches, passenger seats...

This is better.