The last two weeks have marked a measured ease in the pain department which in turn has fueled some extra energy. I still feel "low" comparatively speaking, far less general energy and longer sleep cycles. And by sleep I mean laying flat on my back in bed, yearning to curl onto my side and snuggle into my fluffy pillows and engage in some productive REM cycles.
Alas, side sleeping still annoys the incisions and thereby proves futile for now.
With pain shifting to mere discomfort I am considering scar minimization options.
Silicone sheeting has been touted as being the most effective means of reducing scars, so naturally I ordered some. Predictably, my plastic surgeon doesn't believe in such treatments. He believes that excellent cuts and genetics determine healing.
Sure hope he's right as I have a Halloween costume and Holiday dress whose success depend on it!
And since I am still not able to wear a real bra they will most certainly be on display.
It is odd to have paid $8,060 for a "cosmetic" surgery that only I can appreciate.
I am grateful to be back to a near-normal gym routine. Still not jogging yet but I think that will come soon enough.
Despite continued movement I remain chilled to the bone. The only place I feel remotely warm is in my car with the heated seats cranked all the way up. I shiver in my office under my sweater and scarf, my teeth chatter in bed with puffy blankets tucked in around me, and I have goosebumps on my lungs. I am cold and there seems to be no help for it.
Perhaps I should explore adding alcohol back to my diet, that might warm me from the inside out.
Anything is worth a try!
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Day 23 Post-Op aka Surgery Was Just The Beginning
Yes, they still hurt.
And if one more person looks at me squint-eyed at this news I am going to flash them my new boobs and they can see for themselves that I have 20 linear inches of incisions over one of the most sensitive areas of the female body. Healing skin and flesh is tight and itchy and tender and fragile. And it doesn't heal magically overnight.
Healing is a process not an event. There are literally thousands of tiny sutures being digested by my body every minute of every day. Which will take as long as it takes. Some minutes are pain free, most offer just a low grade annoyance. Toward the end of the day though when my body is exhausted and tired of being put upon they get super cranky and two Tylenol don't touch the burning.
As it turns out, surgery was just the beginning.
After three weeks my lower back has finally voiced it's objections to the situation. Sleeping solely on my back is an insult too much to bear. That is until I try sleeping on my side when the boobs weigh in and refuse to have any of it. Rock meet Hard Place.
This too shall pass. But not tomorrow, or even the next day.
And if one more person looks at me squint-eyed at this news I am going to flash them my new boobs and they can see for themselves that I have 20 linear inches of incisions over one of the most sensitive areas of the female body. Healing skin and flesh is tight and itchy and tender and fragile. And it doesn't heal magically overnight.
Healing is a process not an event. There are literally thousands of tiny sutures being digested by my body every minute of every day. Which will take as long as it takes. Some minutes are pain free, most offer just a low grade annoyance. Toward the end of the day though when my body is exhausted and tired of being put upon they get super cranky and two Tylenol don't touch the burning.
As it turns out, surgery was just the beginning.
After three weeks my lower back has finally voiced it's objections to the situation. Sleeping solely on my back is an insult too much to bear. That is until I try sleeping on my side when the boobs weigh in and refuse to have any of it. Rock meet Hard Place.
This too shall pass. But not tomorrow, or even the next day.
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