The RE I saw yesterday was all about the outpatient surgery, until he did an ultrasound. Apparently I’m carrying around a tennis ball-sized cyst attached to one of my ovaries. The good news is, the other ovary looks perfect. Which was the only good news I got yesterday.
He’s going to have to do a laparotomy, which is major surgery. Two to three days in the hospital, and they won’t release me to go back to work for four weeks. Oh, and there’s a good chance I’m going to lose that ovary entirely, because there’s so little healthy tissue left.
I just glanced at my employee handbook, and apparently whether or not I get paid during that time is completely at the owner’s discretion. (And before anyone starts the FMLA chant, we’re too small to qualify.) Unfortunately he’s on vacation until early August, so I guess I’ll just have to wonder. At least he’s usually in a good mood when he gets back.
So, fingers crossed that my cyst stays put until after our vacation next month and that I won’t lose four weeks of pay. As the “Sugar Mama” of the house, that would put a bit of a crimp in our little ol’ budget.
Oh, I have one important question for my loyal readers. I haven’t spent the night in the hospital since I was three. Do they give popsicles to the grown ups, too?