So I’m nearly a week out from my latest surgery and I’m feeling pretty good. Of course it’ll be a few more weeks until the swelling and bruising go down and then a few more weeks for the incision site to fully heal but all in all this surgery was a walk in the park.
I reported at 6am for my 7:30am surgery. I was quickly admitted and set up in a room. My entourage was much smaller this time but I still had great support there. Mom, Dad and K all came ready to help me calm my nerves as well as to occupy their time while I was in surgery. At 7am I was brought down to pre-op where I met with my AMAZING doctor, my anesthesiologist and the nurses that would be scrubbing in. I wish I could tell you what happened as they rolled me into the OR but I can’t. See I got juiced up REAL NICE just as I was getting rolled down the hallway so when I woke up it was right after surgery with my doctor leaning over me telling me what a great job I did, how great things went, how fantastic the results are going to be and how I’m going to heal quickly and easily and what a tough trooper I am. Can you see why I call this man AMAZING? The 2nd time I woke up to my mom kissing my forehead and trying to get me to wake from my drugged up coma. I think I choked down some dry corn muffin and drank apple juice, was forced to pee and was then placed into a wheelchair and brought to the car. I was home and in bed by 1pm.
I spent the rest of the day waking here and there apparently babbling randomly to K and then promptly passing out. Ah the wonder of anesthesia and pain meds. Needless to say the pain was minimal. Truly nothing to bad. It was more uncomfortable than painful. I had a bolster taped between my boobs, Saran wrap wrapped around my boobs and then it was all taped down. See? Uncomfortable.
So my doctor decided that he wasn’t going to put my nipples on. Instead he just went in to better separate my implants so that they aren’t so pushed together and giving them what I hope is a more natural look. He decided it was best to wait another month or 2 before the nipples so that my incisions have a chance to heal again and he can just place the nipples over my incision lines therefore making them virtually invisible. Honestly, I’m not to bummed out that I don’t have my nipples yet. I’ve gone this long without them I think I can handle just a few more months. Plus that procedure will be simpler and quicker.
Today I went to see my doctor’s assistant, who is just as fabulous. She removed the Saran wrap and tape and by god it felt so good!! I have been feeling so damn itchy and constricted the past few days and now……. AHHH!! I have to keep the bolster taped firmly between my Franken Boobies as often as I can for the next few weeks to really make sure the implants heal in the correct place. But again, no big deal. Such a small price to pay for the end results.
So as you can see, physically I am healing pretty well and getting along just fine. Yup, just truck’n along. However, emotionally I’m a mess. You see, this time last year is when we had to place Tracy in the ICU and intubate her. This is when my world started to fall apart. The next few months are going to be hell. They are going to be sad and dark and lonely. I’m going to cry and yell and be angry and really, really sad. I’d like to think that I’m going to get through the next few months even if I’m just barely holding on by my bloody fingernails. And I’m really going to try. But it’s going to be hard. It’s going to be really so very, devastatingly hard.
Love, Love, Love!