Slate: clean. Ish.

DNC went well, although I'm still bleeding a lot and just feel icky. But she got tissue out, which was the goal, and again reminded my mom and I that she felt strongly it would work the next time. I certainly hope so. This has not been particularly fun. The weirdest part of all is the not remembering anything. I mean, I don't even remember going into the operating room. Or how I got from the recovery room to my own room with my mom. Plus hours later I found a big sticky EKG patch on my chest and one on my back, and the next morning found a large bandaid on my shoulder from where I had apparently gotten a shot? What in the world goes on in those 15 minutes?? We may never know.