Bye Bye Thunder Thighs! - Bryn Mawr, PA

Finally updating and lots to say! I can finally fit back into my pre-op pants, which is a sigh of relief. I've tried on different compression garments since I'll be needing them for a few more weeks. Some aren't as squeezy as I was hoping. I would waist train, but I like slouching.
My incisions have all sealed together nicely. In fact, the revision of my vertical abdominal scar has sealed tightly enough that I have started rubbing a little Bio-Oil on it. I have a huge bottle I got on Amazon that is lasting me forever, even through the days where I've accidentally taken too hot of a shower in the winter and greased myself up in it. I always just hope that as I'm going through my beauty routine I never mix up my Bio Oil and my Argan Oil. I've had a few close calls and have stopped keeping them next to each other.
I saw my plastic surgeon just the other day. It's always fun when I drive over from work, because I pass Dutch Wonderland (an amusement park) as well as an amazing plethora of stores, roadside stands, and what I'm told is the best place in the world to buy Shoo-Fly Pie. It's like a test of endurance. My visit went well, had my little suture tails snipped. Everything is progressing well, I'm still quite swollen but less uncomfortable aside from wearing compression garments in the summer. I was told no heavy exercise, no cardio, so I've been keeping it to light calisthenics, stretching, etc.
There's a girl I'm friends with on Facebook that I think added me from a group because she's a *ahem* "fitness coach" and I'm sure wants to try and sell me workout routines I can get for free online and overpriced protein shakes. Coincidentally, she had a thigh lift two days before mine and has had a totally different experience. She was in the hospital for two days, with drains, didn't shower for nearly 2 weeks, and the other day said she was bawling in pain during her suture removal. I was out same day, no drains, showered the next day, and didn't even have discomfort when my suture ends got snipped. Counting my blessings.
I was recognized by a member of the RealSelf community while leaving my visit. I'd like to pretend that was the first time I'd ever been recognized from the internet. It wasn't. It was the fourth. I believe the first was someone I knew from mIRC recognized me at an anime convention. Second time I was manning the door for my sister's video game convention (before it got crazy popular and she sold it for a good chunk of change). I used to run a website where I wrote humorous articles about Lady Lovely Locks and Magic Middles cookies, and I was identified asked for an autograph. Third time I was starting a new job and someone recognized me from a medical coding website I tried running for a while. Again, my life is incapable of being dull and boring.
I finally bought a pair of shorts. I know I shouldn't buy anything yet, but I'm afraid if I wait too long, July will hit and all the shorts will be gone. It felt weird putting them on. I haven't mentally caught up yet that the skin is gone, I guess!
Lots more to say, but to avoid making this update too lengthy, we shall save it for next time! :)

I hate taking prescription pain meds. Hate it. Most of them make me nauseous, and if they don't, they make me feel loopy. But, with all the plastic surgery I've had, I've gained quite a collection of prescription bottles, and the pain med ones are mostly full. For kicks, I keep them in my bedside table with all my adult toys and novelties. Underneath that is a cabinet full of liquor. If anything ever happens to me, CSI will likely raise a few eyebrows when they investigate my bedroom. "This girl liked to party!" they'll say.

I did pretty well today, feeling more mobile. I got up and drove out to Wal-Mart to pick up an internet order of superhero themed nightgowns for my daughter. I promised to buy her Shopkins if she was good, but they were completely sold out. I had to run to Target to keep my promise. Thankfully she cooperated with my the whole time. My kiddo is quite the "free spirit" as her teachers say.

I was pretty beat for the rest of the day after that. I'm still swollen. My incisions are red, so my doc put me on more antibiotics yesterday. I discovered I had another opening under my one butt cheek. I had to put my camera in selfie mode to get some antibiotics and a band-aid on it. Cuz using a mirror would make too much sense. Also, who owns a hand mirror these days?

I can't wait for my period to end, I am bloated as anything right now. I tried on a t-shirt dress I bought today and I look like a sack of potatoes in it right now. Ugh. I'm aiming for 4th of July to stop the compression garments and maybe (if I'm lucky) be able to swim.

I have a four year old daughter that would grab me by the legs and jiggly them around while giggling. She called my thighs, “Mommy’s jiggly wigglies.” The couple weeks leading up to my surgery I told her I was going to the hospital and a doctor was going to fix mommy’s jiggly wigglies. After surgery we told her mommy had lots of boo boo’s and she had to be very gentle with mommy. My boyfriend helped me out with her on Thursday and on Friday her grandfather came to take her for the weekend. She came home Monday late afternoon. Her daycare is only a block away so I’ve been waddling her over to drop her off and pick her up. Last night my boyfriend wasn’t feeling well so I had to give her a bath and get her to bed myself, which was a little tough to manage. Backstory – since my divorce I’ve been living with my dad and older brother, the man-child. My dad is retired and does almost nothing all day aside from laundry. My brother occasionally mows the lawn and hasn’t really cleaned his room since our mom died three years ago. My boyfriend and I have been house hunting for a year and a half and have faced nothing but one unfortunate event after another after another. We have inspection on the third house we’ve had an agreement on coming up soon. Fingers crossed. Hour commute to work is killing me. Due to the usual drama that forces its way into my life, my boyfriend has to head off on Friday to fly out to California and take care of paperwork for his company and won’t be back for a few days. A weekend wrangling a four year old while still recooperating from surgery. Should be fun. Progress so far is good. I got some liposuction on my lovehandles and am bruised heavily on one side. The same side also got really irritated last night, and I rushed to the shower to scrub it. I was having a reaction to the glue on my band-aid on the incision for the cannula, the skin is scabbed and I’ve been putting antibiotic cream on it. I realized tonight that I’m having a reaction to my steri-strips, so I texted my surgeon. He got back to me very promptly! I removed the ones that came off easily and trimmed the rest and will try them tomorrow. I have trouble gauging how swollen I am. I can tell you my jeans fit pretty much exactly the same thus far, and I’ve noticed since the surgery my belly is getting super bloated very easily. I had a banana with peanut butter for breakfast, a can of pears for lunch, and was completely flat. I had some veggie straws and my belly blew straight out. I believe my period is going to start tomorrow, so that should be enjoyable as well. I’m able to get my shoes on by myself, which is big. But I will be so glad when I can sit comfortably on a toilet again.