Recovery Time From Pelvic Floor Surgery & Bladder Botox starts…

Friday: I arrived at the hospital, starving and thirsty but squeaky clean and devoid of any make up or nail varnish or even deodorant, hmmm yes I know, quite unnatural for some of us ladies…then I checked into my room. After seeing the nurses and speaking with the surgeon and the anesthetist, I then had to put on the sexy gown and surgery stockings and wait to be taken down to theatre and no we didn’t do any medical role play at that point, lol, but some naughty thoughts did pop into my head.

Doctor role play?

So now it’s time to go and kiss goodbye to Hubby, and he he gives me one of his wonderful, I love you and everythings going to be fine hugs and kisses and I walk off with the nurse towards the lift, feeling like my heartbeat is getting faster and faster all the time. I’m very nervous indeed and wonder if I am doing the right thing.

Now in the room next to the theatre, I see the anaesthetist, whom I had already met earlier on. He was very nice and friendly and actually quite hot looking in his scrubs.

I’m ready for you now Kandy.

Well now was the time to put all thoughts of embarrassment to the back of my mind, which was difficult, knowing that for the next 60 minutes or so, my legs will be akimbo and pointing to the stars with my lady bits on display to everyone in that room. Thank goodness I will be asleep… I just wanted it all over and done with now. So with the cannula in and the small talk over with, I was told I would start to feel sleepy. I looked at the clock, it was 2.30 pm…will I see the time again?

Awoken  in a different room and feeling a little fuzzy, I was being told all had gone fine and asked how did I feel? I looked around for a clock in the room, and saw that it was now 3.35 pm and I felt enormous relief.  Wheeled back to my room, where my darling hubby was waiting for me, I could see the relief and happiness beaming in his face and it made me feel really happy.

Friday night… I ate well after being starved all day and rested whilst watching TV with hubby in hospital. I Didn’t sleep much as every two hours someone was coming in to check on my bloods etc.

Saturday… The catheter came out and they had to measure my urine throughout the day and then they finished by doing a bladder scan…all was working.. in that department anyway. It would be 6 long weeks before I knew how my lady bits would handle having my hubby’s beautiful cock inside her.

Saturday night…all went well, especially when I was visited by my friend bearing gifts of vodka and rum and mixers…and a big fat joint…she had to take me  in a wheelchair to her car in the car park to have it.

Help End Marijuana Prohibition!

Arrh that’s better 🙂

I know I know, I should know better at my age. Anyway my excuse was that I needed something to help relax me so I could go to the toilet without any pain… and the joint certainly helped to do that.

Sunday afternoon…after having my bladder scanned and given the all clear and seeing the consultant, I was told I could go home, as long as I had help at home, which of course I did, thankfully.

Monday morning and It’s great to be home from the hospital and waking up in my own bed, next to my lovely husband. Although it was nice to be looked after so well by the nurses.

One Week Later…

Here I am now a week on and feeling not too bad, everything is still swollen and sore and I’m still taking pain killers but I’m also excited about how she is going to feel in five weeks time, with the prospect of all being well ‘down there’, everything from sex & exercise, to pelvic floor & bladder control will be dramatically improved, well in theory. Basically I now have a new vagina, and she will be up and ready for a test drive in 5 weeks time.

Six weeks on from surgery and its our 20th Wedding Anniversary and also the day to go and see the surgeon. With great excitement and bundles of nerves we head to the hospital, where once again, I will have to spread my legs for this man.

Yay it’s all good says the doc, go forth and take her for that test drive, haha well he didn’t actually say that but he did say “you’re good to go!” So we did, not right there in his office of course, although I was keen to get on with things. So we drove off to a 200 year old cottage in the countryside for a few romantic and naughty days together.

Bruuuum Bruuum Bruuuum  & off we go…we sure did take her for a test drive or 10!

I’m so pleased to be able to report that everything felt fine and fabulous and so did hubby’s extremely hard cock. The poor man hasn’t had sex for six weeks…and boy was he ready for it…as was I!

Home sweet home 🙂

Yes, my fanny is fine and dandy!!!

Need I say anything here?

The picture says it all! 😉

Time to celebrate!

 

A few months later…

So now here I am a few months on from the surgery and the bladder botox… I should have posted this some time ago but something called ‘Life & Teens’ and a splash of procrastination have hampered me somewhat.

So is all good with the lady bits, some of you have asked?…Yes, most definitely, is the answer. 🙂

Happy days!

 

 

Pelvic floor surgery and no sex for six weeks!

Yes, tonight is my last night of sex for 6 weeks! Arrrgh am I doing the right thing I ask myself? Yes I’m scared about the surgery, it is scary for sure. Putting your life in the hands of other people you hardly know and with your nether regions on display, whilst asleep under general anaesthetic…but I’m also scared that it might interfere with my sex life afterwards, making things uncomfortable or painful. It is something to consider when having this kind of surgery, and especially because I love sex so much. Anyway I’m here now and I’m not turning back.

So it’s the eve of my surgery and even though I know what to expect, as I had the same procedure 8 years ago, I’m feeling pretty nervous. Everything was fine up until about a year ago, when I started to get the same symptoms again, you know the sort fellow ladies, having to rush to the toilet more often, often in the middle of the supermarket shop, and hoping you can make it to the toilet before you wet your knickers…avoiding the kids trampoline like the plague…and going for a wee before you go anywhere, just in case, etc etc.

So I decided to go back to my gynaecologist and ask for surgery again. I had been trying all sorts of things to try to restore my pelvic floor muscles. I have been squeezing my pelvic floor muscles at every opportunity and tried various gadgets but to only get a small improvement. Also, when it came to having sex with my husband, (for me anyway) I was not able to ‘feel’ him so well in certain positions, but some were better than others but…I wanted things to be back to how they used to be.

So like I did last night 😉 I’m going to make the most of my last night of sex for 6 weeks and get plenty of the old, in out in out!
So wish me luck and hopefully all will go well and I can come back with a happy vagina and blog about it sometime soon.

Here’s hoping that in six weeks time she will be ready for my darling hubby, with all guns blazing! 😉

KS