Funny enough that was my fortune cookie yesterday after the retreival. The recovery so far is not so bad, just sleep and heat and Extra Strength Tylenol every 4 hours.
Yesterday I arrived at the doctors office an hour before the procedure so they could check my vitals and talk to my anesthesiologist. I was under for the actual procedure but breathing on my own. The last thing I remember was being hitched up on a table and my doctor talking to me while the anesthesiologist gave me a cocktail through an IV.
When I woke up I was super groggy and laying in an exam room. A nurse gave me Tylenol and apple juice and asked if I could stand. I was a bit wobbly and just wanted to sleep. I see why you need a ride home and someone to stay with you 8 hours post. The procedure lasted less than an hour, and I was at the office two hours or so, but surgery is still surgery.
Four hours later I woke up in my own bed much less disoriented. My doctor had emailed me and said everything went stellar. I also actually had an appetite - always a good sign. We ordered Chinese food for dinner, hence the ironic fortune cookie. Kids in my future? Guess my frozen egg baby insurance policy was a good idea after all.
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