- 5 incisions (there’s usually only 2, although one time I had 4)

- They damaged my bladder during the procedure and had to fix it.

- What was supposed to be a 2 hour surgery ended up being 4 because the endo was much worse than anticipated.

- It was raining when they wheeled me out to the car, so I didn’t think anything of the wetness on my right side until we got home and realized it was watery blood literally gushing out of one of the incisions. Got it under control, rebandaged, slept for a few hours on the couch on my left side.

- Woke up to more gushing. Much more.

- Called the Toronto hospital, they transferred us to 2 different departments and then hung up on us.

- Called Telehealth Ontario instead, they said to go to the closest ER.

- Drove 25 mins to the hospital as I’m holding a giant wad of toilet paper over my incision, which was soaked through and dripping with watery blood by the time we got there. They took blood, watched me gush for a while, gave me an ultrasound and determined I wasn’t bleeding internally and rebandaged most of my incisions (which had gotten wet and were falling off) and “pressure bandaged” the gushy one. Wanted to keep me overnight but I said no, on the condition that I’d come back tomorrow to be reassessed.

- Just woke up now to take more drugs (they gave me oxycodone x 30 tabs & mega-Naproxen x 14) and my bandage is soaked through with gushy fluid, but because of the dressing I can just see it’s soaked, it’s not actually wet to the touch.

- I’m wearing 3 different hospital bands from 2 different hospitals and IN A WORLD OF FUCKING PAIN that has me waking up every 2 hours.

- Soooooooooooooo thirsty either from losing fluid, the anesthetic, the drugs or I don’t even know what but being ultra-thirsty with a damaged bladder and swollen abdomen when you can barely walk is NOT FUN.

And I think that’s pretty much it.

THANK GOD the kids are up north at my dad & step-mom’s. I’ve never been so grateful in my life.