Recovery

Recovery sucked, as you might imagine.  I woke up in excruciating pain, and I was shaking uncontrollably.  All I can remember is being in pain and being freezing cold.  I kept asking for medicine, but they kept telling me I couldn't have any until my blood pressure and heart rate hit a certain number. 

The first face I remember seeing is Dr. Diaz's.  I asked him if it went okay, and he just said "it was what we thought it was, and now it's fixed."  I said back "so, I'm normal now?"  To which he responded with a sly smile..."well your uterus is!" :)

I then remember him saying that he was going to go get David.  From then on, all I remember is being in and out of consciencenous...and in pain...and shaking.  I had told David ahead of time to take videos of me throughout the process.  I know that sounds weird...that I would WANT to remember this, but I DO want to remember it.  Plus...it makes me feel like a bad ass. :)

If you're wondering why I was making those weird mouth movements...it's because I was shivering and my mouth was super dry from the medications.

This is a video of me after they gave me drugs.  I was feeling much more comfortable...