The Year of Yes

So there’s this thing…

I’m having surgery on November 3rd.

Nothing big. In and out. Short recovery. And if all goes well, it will buy my girl parts three more relatively pain-free years.

The story: I’ve been having cyclical pelvic pain and spotting since the summer. The level and length of pain has increased since then. I’ve missed some work. I’ve had to explain to friends, family and co-workers that I can’t be relied on because while I might wake up perfectly fine, by 3 o’clock in the afternoon I could be in agony.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but it sometimes feels like I have a bowling ball sitting on my pelvis. Yep.

None of this is new. I went through something similar in 2007 and nearly forgot about it (or blocked it out?) until my doctor suggested the cause of my pain may be that my endometriosis had returned. Three years ago, the point of surgery was to make conceiving a child easier. Now the point is to have the quickest and least complicated path towards a bowling-ball-ectomy (though if you knew what I had to go through to arrange time off for this—unpaid—and still guarantee my job, it’s actually a little complicated and leaves me with a distaste for American labor policy).

I’ve gathered a pretty excellent support team for my recovery, and am planning a geek-tacular sci-fi marathon that ought to compliment my painkiller haze quite nicely.* Until then, I’m trying to be good to myself and not get too anxious. It’s not major surgery, but it is a disruption, and hopefully it will go better than last time because I know what to expect and can advocate for myself more effectively.

Would really love to live-tweet the surgery. Or photo-blog it. Y’know. The parts that I’m conscious for. That would be fun.

* So if, on November 4th, I start tweeting about my dawning realization that I am the Quizatz Haderach, you’ll know the cause.