The New and Improved

My surgery went well. Doc came into my "holding cell" a bit after 9am to mark me. This means he used a sharpie to put his cut marks on my body as well as a couple of reference marks on my arms. I, of course, had Kevin take pictures. People thought we were weird, but how many times does someone get this done? I hope no more than 2, so I wanted to remember it. Have something to show Emma when she is older and possibly may need a similar procedure.

They drove me to the OR right after that. I remember going down the hall thinking how much it sucked that I could not see without my glasses on my face. After that, I was out. I woke up sometime later in my recovery space. Kevin says he was there, but I certainly do not remember that part. I do remember trying to open my eyes and realizing that this was a bad idea at that time.

Again they drove me. This time to my own room. Whenever there was a need for some dramamine, this was it. WHOAH. Then they made ME move myself onto my bed for the night. That took awile. Eyes closed. Still sedated. Huh. Kevin left shortly after this. No need for him to stay, I slept (or tried) most of the night.

I was pretty excited to find out that they were going to give me one of my "sleepy pills" to help me sleep. Well, what was the point of that?! Every hour on the hour from 8 until about 1am someone was in the room for something....change my IV (thank you) and help me pee, check my vitals, empty the trash, take some blood. Holy cow, who could sleep? I remember waking up with the phone in my hand at one point.

At about 4:45pm, I decided I would wait to sleep until I got home. The overnight nurse said that I could order breakfast beginning at 6:30. So, I stayed up here and there. Breakfast arrived just intime for me to need a nap. I ate. Everything is feeling fine...morphine helps.

Doc arrived a bit after 8am, said everything looked great. He left the room to consult on whether or not my drains should be removed. This being the most painful part that I remember from last time, I was glad the decision was made to do this while I was under the influence. OOOOOuuuuccchhhhhie. Bandaged me up and I was ready to go.

Two hours later, we were out of there. Again, I fell asleep for my first meal with my family. THat happens. The weekend was rough. Kids needed me. So did Kevin.

Wednesday, I went in for my first week follow-up. Doc says I look perfect. Healing nicely. Go back in a week. I will have to change my dressings twice a day. I get to wear a sports bra 24 hours a day. sure beats the surgical bra they gave me at the hospital. Now I can wear pink.

Says he took 3 pounds, but I am not sure that I believe him. I am considerably smaller after this surgery than the first, and I started out bigger. He took 3 pounds the last time. Whatever. I am so happy. I ran into a friend at the gas station last night---cause I can drive now---she said I was glowing as I told the story. Hehehe.

I think I am new and Improved. I love them. Not so sure about Kevin, but he promises to adjust, because it was something that I really wanted. I love him.