My saint of a plastic surgeon has put up with so much of me this year. I still cannot believe how much he has gone above and beyond to make sure that I am happy. So the upper right pubic pain that I've had off and on all year (since 1 day PO TT), has finally been resolved with one more surgery that took place 2 weeks ago. Originally, we both suspected that this pain could be a pinched sensory nerve. It had this burning/stinging feeling when I would move, stand, or sit a certain way. It would come and go these last 11 months, and if it was in fact a pinched sensory nerve, most likely would have resolved itself by now. But about 4 weeks ago, it came back full force and never left. Constant pain. Constant burning when I would get in a out of the car, put on my makeup, hold my kids, etc. I mean it was definitely hindering to my every day life. I reluctantly called my plastic surgeon's office, yet again, at the behest of my husband who was quite frankly, sick of hearing my complain about it. I was reluctant to call because Dr. Kaufman has done so much for me already and I hate that I've been so high maintenance for him. So many things happened this year to my stomach and he has kindly addressed them all, and even fixed mistakes that weren't his (namely, my sideways gallbladder scar). Free of charge. Never asked for anything, just wanted me to be happy. I didn't want to add to his already full plate during the holidays and have him see me yet again. But I remember laying in bed a couple weeks ago, in tears…...not because the pain was so awful. Yes it hurt. But what was truly unbearable was the thought of this pain being a possible life-long thing. That is what made this non-crier…cry. I don't cry…..so I knew this was kind of a big deal. So I called his office the next morning. I told the nurse what was going on, told her to tell him HOW SORRY I WAS to be bugging him once again, I told her that when she mentions my name to him he will likely roll his eyes lol and say oh no not again. But she said he didn't do that (at least outwardly, anyway lol) and she fit me into his schedule that very day a few hours later. They don't mess around with pain. He tried a lidocaine shot to see if that helped. It did nothing, surprise surprise. So he said the only other thing he could think of that it could be is that one of the internal permanent stitches was somehow poking me from the inside and/or laying on a nerve. And the last resort would be to open me back up and dig around and see what's going on. Well, we were there. We were at last resort land. I said yes let's do it. They booked me the next day for the OR. Morning came and I had to do the dreadful no water or food for….I think it was about 6 hours prior to surgery. Surgery was at 4:30PM so that made the day very long without water. But I made it. I marked myself where the pain was (and even days before that I could feel a little knot/ball exactly where the pain was. I had never felt this before. Dr. Kaufman even felt it and knew something was causing the pain). So we get our kids sorted for the evening, make our way towards Folsom yet again…..and while we were driving I realized that today was the day that my most favorite (expensive) wine was on sale at Whole Foods. I had totally spaced because of the surgery, and I was planning on stocking up because it was such a good price. So I called the Whole Foods in Folsom and had them set aside some bottles, and then told my husband he could drop me off for surgery and then go get the wine. Hey I didn't want to miss it. Rombauer NEVER goes on sale. So my husband waits with me while I get prepped. Dr. Kaufman comes in ready to mark me. I told him I already marked myself and I'm trying to make his job SOMEWHAT easier. I remember telling him that I feel bad and that he's actually probably losing money on me with the amount of times he's seen me. I suggest that we add a last minute procedure (chin lipo or breast lift) to make it worth his while lol but the anesthesiologist had a holiday part to get to so it was a no go. Bummer. Maybe next time. So they start the IV, get some versed in me, husband leaves to go get the wine, and I walk into the OR. I lay down on the table and the nurse actually strap my arms down. I'm like "where do you think I'm going to go? I want this stitch out, you don't need to strap me down" lol. The nurse was nice about it, said something about how patients arms like to float up during sedation or something. Tried to make light of the fact that she was literally strapping me down. But drugs and all, I was keenly aware of it. Let's see she gave me 2 doses of versed. Now I was really looking forward to this stuff because the first time I had this wonderful relaxing drug, it worked instantly and made me not care about anything. Wonderful stuff. But that was back in January….11 months ago….prior to all my other surgical issues and pain pills that I've been prescribed for various things throughout this year. My poor liver and body has built up quite a tolerance to drugs unfortunately. So 2 doses did nothing. Wide awake, and actually quite intrigued of the whole OR and all the equipment. Dr. comes in with a surgical tech and they start shooting me up with local lidocaine down there. They give it a minute and then he starts cutting. Oww. Feel that. More lido. More waiting. Then more cutting. Ouch. Nope….still feel that. I've told everyone that I've seen this year (ER docs, general surgeons, dermatologist, anyone that has had to cut me open) that for some reason lidocaine does not work well on me. We do this stop and go thing for a few minutes. I tilt my head up to get a visual on what he's doing. I might as well look. I'm wide awake and can actually pin point where the pain is anyway so I think it worked out better this way. After digging around for a little bit, he finally sees what the problem could be. I'm squirming and flinching in pain every few seconds, trying to be tough and not move….but my body has some built in response that makes me flinch when in pain. He looks at me, and I say "just keep going, I'm fine". He seems stunned and says "You're swimming in lidocaine". Yep. Sorry about that. More wasted dollars on this high maintenance patient. He probably never wants to work on me again. Too bad. He's too good of a surgeon for me to let anyone else do any future cosmetic procedures on. Ok so I feel him clipping away at this long, hard knot. Trying to not flinch. He then looks at me and says "Ok, I can give you more lido or I can just do one big pull, and it'll hurt but then be out". I said go for it. He did. It hurt. But it was out. I tilt my head up and look. Yep there it was. Nice long stitch with a pointy end and knot. I see this huge gaping hole near my vajayjay. I've seen my own insides way too many times this year. Actually it doesn't bother me really. I'm kind of fascinated by the whole thing. I love watching procedures done that doctors put up on the internet. And honestly, your insides really do look just like they look on Grey's Anatomy. Just like it. Ok so he sets the stitch down after showing me. Oh I forgot, somewhere before or after this the nurse pops back in and asks how it's going and asks the doctor if I need more versed. He says yes. lol. "One or two doses?" she asks. "Two" he says. So that's 4 doses of versed now. I remember having the desire to shut my eyes one time, but I was too intrigued so I didn't. Ok so he gets the stitch out. And for some reason, I could feel more. Some other thing that was still in there. There was still that burning pain. He was about to close me up and I said, "Can you dig around some more? I feel something else". Poor guy is probably thinking "You've gotta be kidding me". He digs a little more, cuts into my tissue and what do ya know…finds a "soft suture" that he had placed under the one he just took out. He says something to me like "I can't believe how sensitive you are" or something like that. Gets that out of me and I watch him stitch me back up. Nurse unstraps me and I get off the OR table and walk back to recovery. I'm totally fine. Just then husband comes back from getting the wine. Oh my mother also made an appearance. She was waiting in the waiting room and came back just as I was getting dressed. I told her it was a simple procedure…...but me being a mother myself now, understand anytime the words daughter and surgery are together….you are there. No matter what. So that was nice. Certainly not as dramatic as the first time I was in his OR with the tummy tuck. But nice that she was there. Ok so got my painful stitches out, got my Rombauer, ready to go home.
First couple of days after were kind of confusing. I still felt the burning pain. Exact type of pain. It was actually worse. I got very discouraged that the problem wasn't fixed and that it was something else. But then I thought it could possibly be just from more trauma to the area, nerves are more inflamed, and maybe it will get better. But the first 10 days were very painful. But then on the 11th day I turned a corner and it HASN'T HURT SINCE. I am in awe. I still cannot believe it. I move, I stand, I sit, I pick up my kids….and it doesn't hurt. Spending the last 11 months doing all those things and having it burn and sting like hell….I still can't fathom that it doesn't hurt anymore. I am so grateful. So grateful to Dr. Kaufman. It's not his fault that the stitch ended up hurting and poking me in that one particular spot. I still have the same exact long stitch on the left side of my pubic area and cannot feel a thing. It was just that one particular spot, from 1 Day PO that caused such pain for whatever reason. I am glad it's out. It doesn't affect the tummy tuck results either because the muscles are all healed up anyway, so taking that stitch out doesn't change anything.
During the pre-op he offered to go in through my original scar. But I thought, you know what, let's just leave that alone. It's healed so nicely, is so thin and even….I don't want to mess with it. Plus I knew it would be much easier for him, surgically, to cut right above where the pain was. Sure it was another scar. Honestly, it doesn't phase me anymore. I am all cut up, and am only 27 but will probably incur many more scars throughout my life. Whatever. Plus this one is in my pubic area so the only people that are seeing it are my husband and Dr. Kaufman ha. I am glad I opted for him not to go through the original TT scar, and I think he was too.
Now, no running for me for awhile. I made the mistake of going for a 4 mile run a week after the surgery. It was the day after thanksgiving and I was fat. I needed to run off all that butter from Ruth Chris. Ughhhh. But that definitely aggravated the area more and made it burn and sting further. At my 10 day PO checkup to get the stitches out, it was still hurting. Doc said no running for awhile. Fine. Done. I hate/love it anyway. Ensures himself of more work as well. If I'm not running, my love handles aren't getting any smaller. I gave him a thank you note and included a $100 Fat's Restaurant gift card (a nice Asian Bistro we have in the area). I know it's hardly anything, but wanted to give him something for all that he's done.
The day after I saw him, the pain was gone. And still is. I am so grateful.
Ok man this was a long post. But just wanted to update you all. All is well! I am fine, happy. Christmas decorations are up! I did recently decide to use the money that was set aside for my future breast lift….to go to Haiti next month. Sort of a last minute decision, but one of our senior pastor's at our church invited me to go with a small group of friends. I've never been on a "missions trip" per say, but am very excited to go. I guess Haiti is still ranked as the world's poorest country. Lots of devastation there still, and very dangerous: many kidnappings, armed robberies, murders, rapes, etc. I'm thinking I should dye my hair dark before I go so I don't stand out as much. I also told my husband to up the life insurance policy on me before I go. I probably will get kidnapped. Or have my appendix burst while there, or some sort of horrible thing lol. Oh well. I'm excited to go! Breast lift can wait. STILL will happen. Probably. But might be awhile longer.
Merry Christmas everyone! xxoo