Three weeks later

It's three weeks since my surgery, and I still find it hard to believe it's actually been done, and there are no longer a uterus, cervix, and huge fibroid inside me.  (When I saw the surgeon on Monday at my first followup appointment, he showed me a photo of what was removed - he also emailed it to me, but I'll spare y'all the fun of seeing it.  I'll just say that the fibroid mass was a lot bigger, and a lot more disgusting, than I even imagined.  But fascinating, in a sick kind of way.)

I'm scheduled to go back to work half-time starting Monday.  Financially it makes no sense, unless I can get disability for the hours I won't be working, and even then it doesn't - although financially this job doesn't make any sense at the best of times; logistically it makes no sense (more than 2 hours in traffic per day to work four hours per day?).  And I'm actually not sure I can hack it yet - I went out today to get some cheap yoga pants so I actually have pants I can fit into for work, along with the maternity belly band I got earlier to hold my other pants up when they're not zipped - anyway, just going to the local Old Navy and back was a bit rough on my abdomen, and wore me out.  So all that driving next week might be too much.  Still to be seen.  Still to be seen also is how long it will be before my swollen abdomen goes back down to its previous size (after that, I'll be interested in having it go down in size some more).

Tomorrow a haircut appointment will get me out of the house again.  Then the weekend, then work.  We'll see how it goes.