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This article is based on our personal experience as a couple.
It is not intended to provide medical or professional advice.
I hope it can be helpful to those in a similar situation, or at least bring a little peace of mind.
I entered the examination room
and sat in a special chair.
An oxygen mask was placed on me,
and I was secured to the chair
since I might move during anesthesia.
The nurse standing beside me
gently held both of my hands and said,
“I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”
Her hands were warm,
and I remember feeling
a little more at ease.
The doctor arrived,
the IV was switched to anesthesia,
and after about five deep breaths,
my consciousness faded.
The next thing I remember
was hearing a nurse say,
“It’s all done.”
She told me the time.
It had been about 30 minutes
since I last checked the clock
before the procedure.
I could barely open my eyes,
and the lights in the room felt very bright.
As I got off the chair,
I was told to be careful
not to move my head too quickly.
The nurse supported me
as I walked to the recovery room next door.
I sat on the bed,
lay down slowly,
and as soon as I was covered
with a warm electric blanket,
I fell asleep.
About an hour later,
I woke up needing to use the bathroom.
I wasn’t sure if I should move on my own,
so I pressed the nurse call button.
My blood pressure was checked—
it was 40/80.
Before the surgery,
it had been around 50/90,
so it was even lower.
I felt a dull throbbing pain
in the area above my cervix.
When I checked for bleeding,
there was very little.
Still feeling a bit unsteady,
walking to the bathroom
while connected to the IV
was harder than I expected.
When I told the nurse
I made it safely,
she said,
“That’s the first step in your recovery.”
I asked about what would happen next.
I was told
the IV would continue
for another two and a half hours,
followed by a check-up.
While lying down,
still feeling nauseous when sitting up,
I heard a beeping sound.
It was the IV finishing.
Even then,
I still felt weak,
a bit foggy,
and slightly unwell.
The nurse removed the IV
and checked my temperature and blood pressure.
My blood pressure had returned
to 50/90.
She told me,
“Try to stay lying down,
as moving may make you feel worse.”
I contacted my family,
but started to feel warm,
so I got out from under the blanket.
When I went to the bathroom again,
I was able to walk
without feeling dizzy.
After a while,
I was called back into the examination room.
The doctor confirmed
that everything had been successfully removed.
It seemed that
the minimal bleeding
was because gauze had been placed inside.
I was told
that some remaining blood
and small tissue fragments
might pass afterward,
but the main procedure
had been completed successfully.
I was prescribed
antibiotics
and medication
to help the uterus contract.
I was told
I could take a shower starting the next day,
but should avoid baths
until the bleeding stopped.
Also,
to allow my body to reset,
I was advised to avoid pregnancy
until after two menstrual cycles.
Back in the recovery room,
I was given a light snack—
orange jelly, warm tea,
and water for taking my medication.
The nurse said,
“You’re probably hungry,
but anesthesia can make you feel sick,
so take it slowly
and eat only what you can.”
While changing
and packing my belongings,
I ate little by little.
The tea had sugar in it,
and both the jelly and the tea
tasted so good.
It felt like
the sweetness was soaking into my body.
There was also a message card placed beside me:
“Thank you for your hard work today.
Please don’t think about anything,
have something warm to drink,
and let your heart rest.”
After paying,
I went home,
picked up by my mother-in-law.
