"The best-laid plans of mice and men may often go awry" ... no matter how well you think you plan something, always expect the unexpected. I was, yet again, reminded of this on Friday when an out-patient procedure I was scheduled for met with complications; making it impossible for the doctor to complete the procedure. UGH!!!
Without going into all the gory details, the decision to have this procedure was not made lightly... it's been months of doing my own research, discussing options with doctors, and talking with friends and family about my options. I believed having this procedure would put an end to some female issues I've been dealing with; and hopefully prevent a more radical outcome in the future. Unfortunately, I'm back to square one... not what you want to hear when you wake up from anesthesia... you want to scream, "WHAT? I just went through all this for NOTHING?!?!?!" I, however, could only sit there (in a wheelchair) and cry, which is how I react to anesthesia... I cry. (and I dropped the word "shit" a few times...at least that's what my hubby tells me!) This time I also got teeth chattering... I could not stop my jaw from shaking uncontrollably... once at home, the teeth chattering became comical!
I have two weeks to heal from the "complication" and then I will need to decide my next step. This procedure usually has a 92% success rate, so lucky me... I'm one of the 8% who don't have success, and of those 8%, I'm .06% of those who have the type of complication I had.
I have to wonder at this point if I'm meant to have this procedure, and if not, then what option do I try next? I ask for your prayers as I decide whether to try a second time for success or take a different approach.
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