I am over the freaking moon...the bleeding has stopped. As in, today is the first day in MONTHS that I don't have wear some sort of protective product, and I am officially in the clear. AND BEFORE VERMONT! I am ecstatic, because I had no idea if my uterus was going to try to screw me, even as its functional part was in its death throes. It was a very real possibility.
My post-surgery follow-up is on Wednesday, and I'll get to see what the heck was going on in there and what to expect moving forward. I'll get to meet the polyp that wreaked havoc, in picture form. I'll have what is hopefully one of the last internal ultrasound wandings in my life, ever. I have one more in four months to make sure everything is healing up, but I am hopeful that being wanded will finally be a thing of the past.
How glorious! And the cramping is much, much less than last week. Every once in a while my uterus gives me a bit of a kick, like it suddenly remembered to still be mad at me for melonballing it, but I don't even need ibuprofen anymore.
It is amazing to realize what an impact bleeding for months has on a person. Physically, yes it's tiring and probably not all that healthy, but mentally it really got to me. To have that gone (and hopefully for good) has put me in such a great mood. Hooray endomyometrial resection! So far, I can say the medieval horrors of prep and surgery are totally worth it.