Post-Op Day 3...

OK, yesterday was a blurr, really I lost some time...I think it had to do with the fact I could push pain meds anytime I needed them IV. I remember getting my Foley catheter out and finding such pleasure I didn't have to be cathed after that when I had to go tinkle. I remember feeling glad that the best thing hitting my lips wasn't going to be green jello and salty beef broth. I remember feeling glad that I could have Phenergan, Percocet, Fiorcet and a muscle relaxant all at my fingertips for the asking...I remember wanting to walk to "push past the pain" and being told to go back to bed....I remember waking up wondering here 1/2 my body seemed to go, then I remembered...

I remember my kids coming in laughing at me...I remember telling them they could call me a skinny b**** now, or skinny, just not b****. They had total enjoyment out of that conversation. I will just say I am not responsible for my vocabulary when Dilaudid is flowing through my veins at the rate it was.

I also remember how whimsical eating ice-cream feels when you have the completely legitimate excuse of feeling bad. I also remember what it felt like to do as many sit ups as you can in a minute with 100 as the goal in elementary school. I feel like I pushed past and hit 150.

Now, this is something so disgusting I can't believe I am even going to print it but here it is...I don't recall ever feeling happy that I could pass gas at excessively long intervals so frequently. Of all treatments combined the most beneficial were Miralax and the Ducolax suppositories. When everything is tighter than a drum air has to escape somewhere....if it does not you will simply hurt till you want to sream. I have to tell you I praise my surgeon for addressing what many forget. He indeed is a wise man who lets nothing escape him....:)

I have some pretty severe bruising on my sides where some liposuction contouring was done, some skin was rubbed off by my binder, I don't think my surgeon like that so much, so he said not to wear the binder any longer. I kinda liked wearing that binder, it made me feel secure, BUT THEN I got to see my incision....all I can say is WOW what a beauty! Plastic surgeons (the right ones, can do a beautiful job) This particular one seems to be somewhat of an artist with a scaple. I have heard only great things, not only from the public, but the nurses that took care of me. I was treated like royalty for the lone reason I was "his patient" Trust me folks you want your doctor having that kind of respect with the nursing staff, it ensures they go out of their way to take the very best care of you. I felt very blessed

My stomach muscles have not kissed like this evidently since before pregnancy. I feel like I'm doing a perpetual sit-up or holding my stomach muscles in with all my force...but no they are now stitched to kiss...and that is a GREAT thing!

Alright it is time for pain meds and netflix...To all those that I love and that love me, I'm doing great! To all those who want to see pictures...they are coming, the surgeon took some before and after pics, I'll pick them up this Wednesday when I go see him. I may have the kids take some tomorrow...to post for your viewing pleasure...

One thing...did you know they reconstruct you belly button? I did, but what I didn't realize was that it would be placed where gravity had not affected it for the last OH 25 years...so be sure and appreciate my "high inny"...No, I didn't say hinney....