So, I’ll give you a rundown sporadically over the next week of how recovery is going.
It is important to me that you know why I am doing this.
I could blather on about myself at great length, couldn’t we all?, but I got many a msg from people who would love to get the surgery but are too frightened of the unknown, the pain, the recovery, being put under…etc..whatever. If that is you, you can live vicariously thru me for the next week or two then make an educated decision. I will be completely honest.
Going into the hospital always freaks me out. When I used to go visit people as a kid I could do about 15 mins before turning green and needing to put my head between my knees. No joke. And the IV terrifies me. But it was all fine. Nurses lovely. The IV sucked but I knew it would. Stings for a split second and it’s over. I actually rather like being put under…those 10 seconds before you are out? Love it. Like falling down the rabbit hole backwards. Coming out of the OR is always groggy. Your torso is wrapped really tightly in gauze and tape and some weird halter top holding it all together. Can’t see the boobs at all! The pain was bad, not going to lie to you. But they were there with a shot of morphine. Then 2 then 4 then 6…wasn’t helping so they gave me a pill of Dilaudid. Wheweee, that worked. Heavy duty opiate. No pain after that but side effects were bad. They kept trying to get me to walk around but I kept passing out. Couldn’t get out of bed. All the drugs in my system were screwing me up. Finally, last person out of day-surgery, I was white and sick as a dog but up on my feet. Ride home all I could think about was my bed.
I was always told that the next morning was the worst, so when I went to bed last night I put all my meds beside me and set alarm for 4 hours later. Bracing for the worst. Woke up at 2:30am…hmm, not much pain but took Toradol (painkiller they gave me) and went back to sleep. You go to sleep kind of propped up which I would not normally be able to do, but you’re wiped out. You’ll sleep. Woke up at 6:30am. Hmmmm no pain again. Didn’t do pain pills. Woke up at 10am, still no pain. Amazing!
Now, once you start moving around it gets a bit tougher…getting out of bed was a challenge and very sore but I was amazed at how minimal the pain was. Really and truly. Sure, it feels like you got kicked in the chest by a herd of elephants, but I was totally mobile, making food, going to bathroom, watching tv…etc. Really not a big deal. Totally manageable.
Around noon took some pain meds which only made me feel nauseous and groggy.
Getting in bed now (and it’s only 6pm!). The pain may not be bad but you’re tired and wipe out. Nurses said that of all the day surgeries they see, the breast reductions are the most challenged for the first day or two. Lots of meds coursing thru the bod and the area has a lot of blood flow. So you’re really tired. And I am, but going to try to avoid the pain meds. They make me feel shitty…plus, at the risk of TMI, the stuff blocks me up for WEEKS so I’d rather avoid them if I can.
My whole torso is swollen. Was going to tweet a picture of all the bandages to show you it’s not that bad, but I’m so swollen that I look like a puffer fish. No picture. I have SOME pride about this. Plus, It looks like I’m covered in blood. It’s not…it’s the antiseptic stuff they put all over you before they cut you open. I look like a body from a horror movie. My mother would faint. Looks way worse than it is.
One pain I didn’t count on is the throat. I guess they put a tube down your throat during general anesthetic as a safety precaution (?) So my throat is sore. Other than that, I’m good.
So far: first day has been great. Groggy and nauseous from the meds but body feels remarkably good. Yay!
Bandages come off thursday.
Update again soon.