I've made it through my surgery well enough. I found out I have a high enough pain tolerance that I scared a couple of the nurses, especially when they messed up with the IV three times in a row; I was joking around about how I was scared of syringes the whole time, ha.
They removed scar tissue from the left part of my pelvic wall. I also got some lovely candid snapshots of my appendix, liver and uterus. I'm officially diagnosed with endometriosis (fucking duh, thanks Sparky), but my gyno (i.e. mentally I call him Sparky because the genius came by with my results just as I had woken up from the anesthetic ... I think that's part of the curriculum of medical school) wants to start me on a regiment of hormone killers just to make sure. I'm reluctant to mess around with shutting down any of my systems, let alone one that has been so troublesome to both sides of my family. Supposedly there's no long term effects, and that it would only be for 3-4 months. I say not right now, if at all.
Reality didn't kick in until I actually went to look at the rates for Alternative Press Expo in October. It's a month sooner this year than it was last year. Last year I pushed it to the absolute last minute, and ended up producing something that I was less than satisfied with. It's weird to actually put this thought out there, or to even contemplate this: but I feel like everything is falling into place, and that this downtime is the perfect oppurtunity for me to produce something that I can be happy with and want to share with other people.
Let the games begin.
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