I started this story on September 12th...fourteen days ago. It has been a ROUGH two weeks. Clearly. This has been much more frustrating and challenging than I ever imagined. I cannot wrap my head around the thought of becoming addicted to plastic surgery. Though I have a lot of excess skin that still needs to be removed...I am definitely not ready to do that again. Not yet anyway. I was scheduled to have my abdominalplasty on December 6, 2018 but, the doctor and I agree that I need more time to recover from this...physically, emotionally, and mentally. But, let's get back to the story chronologically and I'll get to the rough part.
I left off with arriving home, getting snuggled into bed, and starting the recovery process. The procedure itself was not bad at all. I felt like I was in and out, there were no tears, and with the help of these...
... I was kept comfortable for the most part. I am not a fan of prescription pain pills at all. I hate to feel out of my head, and they often upset my stomach. Fortunately, the anti-nausea 'script worked and I experienced zero grossness. Multiple friends advised me to stay ahead of the pain with my meds and I definitely heeded that advice. Every 6 hours became more like...every 5 1/2. I couldn't quite get to six without the pain setting in. It still was nothing near as bad as I thought it would be. I had a good appetite, was able to eat, was never nauseous, and didn't once need my yack bucket. I was definitely super grateful for that.
For the first couple of days I didn't post much as it was painful to hold my phone for more than a minute or two at a time. I did sit up and do a couple of FB live videos because that was easier. I looked pretty rough but was feeling pretty decent. On Sunday, (surgery Friday), I was able to shower for the first time and posted...
Three friends stopped by to check on me. I cannot even begin to express how special this was. Going through something like this is not easy and the more support, the better. Jennifer brought a huge spread of ribs, sides, and brownies. Kate brought berries for me and donuts for the family. Erin brought a wonderful Keto style dinner for me with some pasta on the side for the kids. It made things so much easier on Alan too as he was doing everything for me up to this point. Until...4 days post op when...
Tuesday, September 4th, was my first post-op appointment. It was also when I switched to Tylenol and quit the prescription meds. So, it was a rough day as far as detoxing. I felt gross but fortunately not nauseous. My head hurt like crazy though and I was SUPER BITCHY! I spent some time upright at my desk but was easily exhausted.
State of things that day...
Clearly the emotions were really starting to set in. Shei asked why my other friends hadn't come to visit. Friends that said they would. Friends that have shared so much of this journey with me. It really sucks to feel let down by others but then...I should know by now not to expect much from people because being disappointed sucks. Is it selfish of me to expect them to be there for me? Is it selfish of them to not make time for me? I don't really know. Relationships...even friendships...are hard sometimes.
But...DAMNNNNNNN.....look at these arms. (And...that tan.)
I was feeling good and feeling myself on postop day 5. I was smiling, taking pics, sharing the excitement about my arms, etc. That would soon change, but the spiraling darkness hadn't hit me yet.
THE SLEEVES! Ahhhhhhh....the sleeves. They started to feel like restrictive, annoying GRANNY PANTIES on my arms that I hated but couldn't live without. The bruising really started to set in as well.
This...what I thought would be goodness...is where things took a turn for the worse.
("Ross and Rachel" = ON A BREAK!)
... and this is getting uber long again and a friend is on her way over to visit. So...PART 3 (the DARKNESS) coming soon.