Another chapter closed, and another chapter opened, depending on how you think about it. It's been almost 5 full days since my surgery, and wow! I feel pretty good. Am I doing cartwheels and flip flops? No. I certainly am not. But my pain has completely been under control. That's a win all in itself! I made it to the DIEP side!
Let me go back a few days, it'll be short because I don't remember much. My surgery was just shy of 8 hours long. Apparently everything went great, and I did great overall. Awessome, because I couldn't have hoped for anything more. I do recall waking up and my right arm being in a lot of pain, and that was the only thing I was focused on. I was told it was likely the way I was positioned in surgery, and once the nursing staff were able to help me get it moving around, the pain was a thing if the past, that quickly!
I was up into my room after the recovery at what I recall being around 8p. I called my husband because he wasn’t at the hospital with me, to give him an update and let him know I was fine and apparently as clear as I thought I was thinking and speaking, he said I wasn’t making any sense. So that conversation ended and pretty much I remember the rest of the night was the nurse coming in every hour to check on my incisions.
I had my surgery on Tuesday morning. By mid morning on Wednesday, I was told that I’m able to go home. I was surprised and not at all at the same time. Holy shit. A major surgery that wrapped up less than 24 hours ago and here I’m getting the miss America wave off. Lol. Considering I’m not in any pain at this point, I make arrangements for my ride.
From Wednesday afternoon until now (currently Sunday afternoon), I’ve just mostly slept. I’ve missed so much time and that’s weird, because this morning I woke up at 7:15 AM and really thought it was 7:15 PM and the sun was just going down. I think it was because I was in bed before 8 PM last night and felt like I pretty much slept all the way through. It’s weird to think that I slept that many hours but weird to think that I don’t know the difference between day and night, especially looking outside. I got up to pee, make it up to eat, take my pain medication and then it’s on repeat.
I was able to shower yesterday, which was fantastic because after four days without a shower I was more than ready. I took another shower again today, but because I’m still spending the majority of my time sleeping it seems like that shower that I just took a few hours ago was actually so much longer ago.
I just plan on laying around resting for the most part. It’s good for me to get up and walk more than 10 minutes a day, six times a day and I don’t know if I’ve actually been doing that because I sleep way more, but, nonetheless I am able to get up and get around easily enough and every day. It definitely seems like it’s not that big of a challenge. Wow, who would’ve ever thought?
I have my first postop appointment with my plastic surgeon next week, Monday, so eight days from now. If I’m feeling this good now I wonder what another eight days is going to bring. I’m not able to drive yet because I’m still on pain medication but I have no doubt I will be done with them by that time.
So I will continue to rest and sleep as much as I need, because one of days my picture may be of me doing a cartwheel! Lol. That would be amazing!
One last note; I am all bandaged up with more drains hanging out of me, but with that being said, I can’t really see a lot. My tits are still swollen and look huge 🧐 but that’ll change. I think at the end of this, I am going to look phenomenal!!! And I was finally deported! No more mediport for me!
So let’s talk restrictions. This didn’t even occur to me right away but probably because I’m still a little foggy. I’m not exactly sure. I cannot lift any more than 10 pounds for the next two months. After that two month period is up I can’t lift more than 25 pounds for the next two months following that. No swimming, bathing or submerging in water. And the biggest kicker? no caffeine for the next three months because it will hinder the healing of my veins. Well, this is going to be an interesting trial. But I know I’ll push through. And small small meals for who knows how long. It’s weird that not even a half cup of oatmeal in and I’m full…..
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