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A hiccup
Ugh. A dreaded opening. Nurse says I had a reaction to the tape and that could be why it happened. I hope it doesn’t get worse. Any words of encouragement? I’m depressed and nervous. That’s all.
2 weeks PO
A timeline thusfar. I'm 15 days post-op.
From top left to bottom right:
- 1 day PO
- 3 days PO
- 7 days PO
- 15 days PO
My bruising is on the way out and I am THRILLED. My day 1 pics are ghastly. I would make a suggestion that my surgeon should replace the lights in her rooms with something more flattering but it's not my place I GUESS. The other three were taken at home. I finally found my good lighting today (praise be *side note* someone should have warned my impressionable self against spending my recovery binge watching the handmaid's tale because my DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARES are NOT helping me get the beauty rest I need.)
Anyway, all is well. My cleavage is still a sensitive topic for me. I neeeeeed it to chill. But just looking at these pictures in the same frame I can see how much the gurls have relaxed, even still being so swollen. I used to think girls that said they were still swollen were just in denial about their breast size, and I am here to say I'M WRONG (did you all hear that? mom? boyfriend? mentors? i said it. are you happy?) I can tell they're swollen because they still feel nothing like normal boobs. More like bags of wet soil. Oh, and also because I still can't feel anything. I get more feeling back every day (starting from the outside and moving inwards), but they remain mostly numb. However, when I get chills, my nipples get hard. But I can't feel it. So surreal, but obviously something is triggered so, [RS bleep] it. It's just a matter of time.
My CUTE little nipples are my favorite part. I'm so happy they're starting to look pink and cute and precious and teensy and facing FORWARD like the headlights I always dreamed of. I want to show them to everyone but perhaps that's not appropriate. I am counting down the days till I can get them pierced.
I am experiencing a tiny bit of drainage near my left armpit. I called the nurse today and she said that's not uncommon for someone with so much swelling. The tape (and the fiberglass cast thing at my t-junction) stays on until next Wednesday at my 3 week appointment.
At week 2 I am cleared to sleep on my side (PRAISE BE!! [seriously, someone turn off this show. i can't be funny or ironic about something so disturbing]) and get my heart rate up (ex. treadmill at an incline, elliptical). Still in a sports bra 24/7, 2 quarts of water a day, 60-90 grams of protein a day, per doctor.
Boyfriend still doesn't let me buckle my own seatbelt.
THAT'S ALL!! Love to you all.
From top left to bottom right:
- 1 day PO
- 3 days PO
- 7 days PO
- 15 days PO
My bruising is on the way out and I am THRILLED. My day 1 pics are ghastly. I would make a suggestion that my surgeon should replace the lights in her rooms with something more flattering but it's not my place I GUESS. The other three were taken at home. I finally found my good lighting today (praise be *side note* someone should have warned my impressionable self against spending my recovery binge watching the handmaid's tale because my DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARES are NOT helping me get the beauty rest I need.)
Anyway, all is well. My cleavage is still a sensitive topic for me. I neeeeeed it to chill. But just looking at these pictures in the same frame I can see how much the gurls have relaxed, even still being so swollen. I used to think girls that said they were still swollen were just in denial about their breast size, and I am here to say I'M WRONG (did you all hear that? mom? boyfriend? mentors? i said it. are you happy?) I can tell they're swollen because they still feel nothing like normal boobs. More like bags of wet soil. Oh, and also because I still can't feel anything. I get more feeling back every day (starting from the outside and moving inwards), but they remain mostly numb. However, when I get chills, my nipples get hard. But I can't feel it. So surreal, but obviously something is triggered so, [RS bleep] it. It's just a matter of time.
My CUTE little nipples are my favorite part. I'm so happy they're starting to look pink and cute and precious and teensy and facing FORWARD like the headlights I always dreamed of. I want to show them to everyone but perhaps that's not appropriate. I am counting down the days till I can get them pierced.
I am experiencing a tiny bit of drainage near my left armpit. I called the nurse today and she said that's not uncommon for someone with so much swelling. The tape (and the fiberglass cast thing at my t-junction) stays on until next Wednesday at my 3 week appointment.
At week 2 I am cleared to sleep on my side (PRAISE BE!! [seriously, someone turn off this show. i can't be funny or ironic about something so disturbing]) and get my heart rate up (ex. treadmill at an incline, elliptical). Still in a sports bra 24/7, 2 quarts of water a day, 60-90 grams of protein a day, per doctor.
Boyfriend still doesn't let me buckle my own seatbelt.
THAT'S ALL!! Love to you all.
4 (and a half?) Days Post Op
I had my surgery in the morning so I'm unsure if I'm 4 or 5 days post op... Let's make an executive decision and call it 4. There have been 4 days since Tuesday.
Now that that's out of the way, this week has been haaaaaaarrddd. It's currently 80 and sunny in Seattle, and I've been perched on my couch, watching it all happen in a depressive opiate haze out the window. Until today, I haven't had energy to do anything but jigsaw puzzles on my ipad and whine about my tummy. Wait, no, that's a lie, I'm currently on my 10th hour of Aerial America on the Smithsonian Channel today. (it's a good show, but it's no Wicked Tuna. Nonetheless, I am more informed than I was a week ago about our wholesome midwest.)
I digress.
I'm currently wrapped up tight in an ace bandage, with gauze over my nipples and suture lines. I was supposed to keep the same one on until my second pre-op appointment on Monday, but I've managed to shimmy and shift just enough to [RS bleep] it up and get a peek at what's happening underneath. Twice. :) They're still so swollen, but I can tell they're already starting to relax a bit. My main area of concern continues to be my cleavage area. My surgeon told me that of all the physical makeup of my breasts, the separation between them was a footprint she could not change. However, My boobs didn't touch when they hung before, and now they're SUPER [RS bleep] COZY with one another. I am attributing it to the swelling and maybe the compression from the bandage. Can anyone testify? I'm shooting for Blake Lively Season Four of Gossip Girl Cleavage, not this matronly [RS bleep] happening currently, and I refuse to resign to laying down for the rest of my life to get the cleavage I so desire.
As I mentioned, my next pre op appointment is on Monday. At that time, I should be cleared to SHOWER THANK [RS bleep] GOD, as well as change into a sports bra and ditch this bandage. At that time I will also get the green light to remove my compression socks. I remain undecided on this front, as I have formed a strong emotional bond with the white pieces of nylon holding my veins together. I see them as an ill-fitting metaphor for the rest of my life.
My boyfriend has been magnificent. He washed my hair in the sink two days ago and did such a phenomenal job that today I decided to book a blowout. Aside from that part, he's waited on me hand and foot and it's nice but it's starting to [RS bleep] me off. Today I had to yell at him to let me buckle my own seatbelt. Bless his heart. My dog, on the other hand, is completely uninterested. There are not instincts built into her that encourage her to comfort and love her lord and savior ME. SO MUCH SO, THAT THE DAY AFTER SURGERY, SHE DECIDED TO EAT UP A BUNCH OF WEED ON THE SIDEWALK, [RS bleep] HERSELF (THREE TIMES), AND GO TO THE EMERGENCY VET. "You're dog is very stoned," they said. What an [RS bleep], she can't go one day without being the center of attention. She's off to rehab the minute I can lift 20 lbs. Just kidding. I love her. But also [RS bleep] her. It's my time.
I did think I would revel in the healing process a bit more. Mow through my list of Bravo shows, (I've had no time to even start Vanderpump rules!), milk my general uselessness, and send out a second week of WFH emails.
I'm apathetic. I'm sure I could pin that on the narcotics, but I stopped taking them yesterday. I'm taking tylenol throughout the day, and 1 Oxy at night to sleep. Honestly, I just want to get back to normal. I want to take my ass with my new Blake Lively cleavage out on the town, and show myself what my new life is going to look like.
Some important information:
I pooped! A lot!
I lost like 6 pounds. Lowest weight I've been in like a year.
Oh and my boobs are numb. Both of them. I could have elaborated on that but I chose instead to elaborate on the invaluable education offered by both the National Geographic and Smithsonian Channels.
Good day. Enjoy some photos. I know they're like crack to pre op people. (Just me?)
Now that that's out of the way, this week has been haaaaaaarrddd. It's currently 80 and sunny in Seattle, and I've been perched on my couch, watching it all happen in a depressive opiate haze out the window. Until today, I haven't had energy to do anything but jigsaw puzzles on my ipad and whine about my tummy. Wait, no, that's a lie, I'm currently on my 10th hour of Aerial America on the Smithsonian Channel today. (it's a good show, but it's no Wicked Tuna. Nonetheless, I am more informed than I was a week ago about our wholesome midwest.)
I digress.
I'm currently wrapped up tight in an ace bandage, with gauze over my nipples and suture lines. I was supposed to keep the same one on until my second pre-op appointment on Monday, but I've managed to shimmy and shift just enough to [RS bleep] it up and get a peek at what's happening underneath. Twice. :) They're still so swollen, but I can tell they're already starting to relax a bit. My main area of concern continues to be my cleavage area. My surgeon told me that of all the physical makeup of my breasts, the separation between them was a footprint she could not change. However, My boobs didn't touch when they hung before, and now they're SUPER [RS bleep] COZY with one another. I am attributing it to the swelling and maybe the compression from the bandage. Can anyone testify? I'm shooting for Blake Lively Season Four of Gossip Girl Cleavage, not this matronly [RS bleep] happening currently, and I refuse to resign to laying down for the rest of my life to get the cleavage I so desire.
As I mentioned, my next pre op appointment is on Monday. At that time, I should be cleared to SHOWER THANK [RS bleep] GOD, as well as change into a sports bra and ditch this bandage. At that time I will also get the green light to remove my compression socks. I remain undecided on this front, as I have formed a strong emotional bond with the white pieces of nylon holding my veins together. I see them as an ill-fitting metaphor for the rest of my life.
My boyfriend has been magnificent. He washed my hair in the sink two days ago and did such a phenomenal job that today I decided to book a blowout. Aside from that part, he's waited on me hand and foot and it's nice but it's starting to [RS bleep] me off. Today I had to yell at him to let me buckle my own seatbelt. Bless his heart. My dog, on the other hand, is completely uninterested. There are not instincts built into her that encourage her to comfort and love her lord and savior ME. SO MUCH SO, THAT THE DAY AFTER SURGERY, SHE DECIDED TO EAT UP A BUNCH OF WEED ON THE SIDEWALK, [RS bleep] HERSELF (THREE TIMES), AND GO TO THE EMERGENCY VET. "You're dog is very stoned," they said. What an [RS bleep], she can't go one day without being the center of attention. She's off to rehab the minute I can lift 20 lbs. Just kidding. I love her. But also [RS bleep] her. It's my time.
I did think I would revel in the healing process a bit more. Mow through my list of Bravo shows, (I've had no time to even start Vanderpump rules!), milk my general uselessness, and send out a second week of WFH emails.
I'm apathetic. I'm sure I could pin that on the narcotics, but I stopped taking them yesterday. I'm taking tylenol throughout the day, and 1 Oxy at night to sleep. Honestly, I just want to get back to normal. I want to take my ass with my new Blake Lively cleavage out on the town, and show myself what my new life is going to look like.
Some important information:
I pooped! A lot!
I lost like 6 pounds. Lowest weight I've been in like a year.
Oh and my boobs are numb. Both of them. I could have elaborated on that but I chose instead to elaborate on the invaluable education offered by both the National Geographic and Smithsonian Channels.
Good day. Enjoy some photos. I know they're like crack to pre op people. (Just me?)
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