Holy shit - morphine, days of agony, brainfog …
I had a davinci a couple years ago at Yale-New Haven [head of GYN Oncology did mine, really nice guy]
Other than it being the second try [first try because of the infernal liquiprep shit I ended up with a run of malignant hypertension to the tune of 210/190 that got me admitted and the actual hysterectomy rescheduled for 4 months later] we changed stuff to no liquiprep, I did clear liquid diet and enema. I followed the sched for tapering off all my assorted meds that my anesthetologist and I worked out. I showed up at 7 am for an 8 am kick off, got my IV set, pre-op festivities concluded they rolled me in and gave me versed and whatever else and I woke up in recovery a couple hours later a tiny bit groggy which passed in about 10 minutes. Rolled me back upstairs where I convinced mrAru to nip down to the cafeteria and get me some actual food.
Met the nursing staff while hubbs was out scrounging me lunch, got my first postop vitals taken, and got a pitcher of ice water and a microcan of ginger ale on ice. About an hour after getting sprung from post op, I finished lunch - they make a killer fried chicken in the hospital, not from frozen prefried but fried fresh to order. Nummy. so all I had left to do until they sprung me the next day was piss and crap. I managed to get the cath out after about 6 hours and pissed a couple hours later and by cheating with colace, and a couple snacks of hummus and celery/carrot sticks and a hefty portion of their lentil soup to crap the next morning. Took another couple hours to get sprung and home.
I took a vicodin for the trip home, and after than used motrin. Other than making sure that I did high fiber and lots of water, and avoided straining by coughing or pushing I had no real ill effect from the operation or the assorted meds. I do have a couple small adhesions at what I sort of think of as the corners [upper left quadrant, tucked just up to the diaphragm, upper right quadrant also just up under the diaphragm, and lower right quadrant, about where the right ovary felt like back when I had one and it ovulated painfully. I get pokey/pully/pinchy sensations if I get lax and let myself get slightly constipated] that go along with the lung adhesions from when I had a pneumothorax, but I understand that occasional adhesions are just a common byproduct of someone rumamging around your insides and they are not particularly bothersome.
I did have most everything except the vaginal vault ripped out with extreme prejudice and don’t miss it one bit. I do get a bit of dryness, but common lube works for that and is no big deal. Not bleeding out, the monthly labor pains that feel like someone was reaching in up to their elbows, grabbing a handful of innards and twisting on the way back out and no more hormonal based migraines is worth it. I took it easy, made arrangements for my roomie to bring me lunch and frequent refills on my ice water, didn’t get out of bed other that for the bathroom and walks to the end of the living room and back once an hour for 2 weeks. I would say that I was pretty much back to normal in 2 months. Minimal pain killers, all of 1 vicodin and my normal dosage of motrin. No constipation, lots of fiber and colace, and plenty of ice water. Gentle walking exercise. I justtwish I could have talked the jackasses that insist every woman NEEDS a fucking baby to be complete and refuse to do this small service to make the quality of live improve 1000 percent for a PCOS/endometriosis sufferer into gutting me back in 1984 when I originally had my tubes tied. If I could, I would line every single asshole gyn who insists on that bullshit up in a field somewhere and whack them in the head with a baseball bat. I could have saved almost 30 years of abdominal and migraine torment, not to mention the sanitary products and medications.