It is my third day home and I was given permission, before I left the hospital, to remove my bandages on day 3. This meant I could shower! 3 days of funk was getting to me. Let’s be honest. I’m a wash my hair every day kind of girl.
Yesterday I took it pretty easy. I had a little food to eat, watched some TV, napped and even took a walk outside. I went all the way to the mailbox! You’re totally jealous I know. Kathou & Paypay came to visit for dinner and I was able to sit up on the couch and eat my dinner downstairs. I had quite the busy day.
I managed to get somewhat decent sleep last night once I found a comfortable position to lay in. I woke up around 6:30, but let Derek sleep for another hour. I’m sure he appreciated that.
So far, the most momentous thing was removing the bandages and having the shower.
Neither of us were looking forward to removing the bandages. We knew it would be a rough sight. It wasn’t fun, but it also wasn’t as bad as we thought it would be. My chest is a little concave. It doesn’t help that my belly is a little distended (working on that). After removing the bandages I needed a moment. It is going to be a difficult road. I don’t want to look at myself in the mirror yet. Due to swelling and what not, my left side looks quite deformed. The right side is very bruised.
It is one thing to read other’s experience to prepare, but it is another to see yourself first hand. I had nice boobs. They were going a little south due to age, but they were still nice. Derek keeps reminding me that this is only temporary. I just have to be willing to listen.
The shower helped my mood and will be a marked improvement for any visitors that may stop by.
I am also trying to taper off of the more potent pain killers. I hate them so. If I can get by with Tylenol and muscle relaxers I’ll be much happier.
Thank you all for your continued thoughts and prayers. If you are wanting to come visit, but are hesitant because you don’t know what to expect, have no fear. I’m doing quite well. You can always text me or Derek first to see if I’m up for visitors or if the house is already crowded.
It’s total crap and you have everyone’s permission to have meltdowns. You are still a beauty inside and out. Get well and get that tummy tuck and new boobs. Your courage is humbling! Hugs!
Most of us don’t have an sudden change of body, like you’ve been through. I have no idea how I’d react, but if I am ever in a similar situation, I’d love to handle it with courage (and humor), like you. I am praying for smooth, “textbook” healing, sweet lady!
Just love you.