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Well, I haven't come by LJ in a while. Had the drains removed with just a tiny bit of drama on my part. It's just not that comforting to have the doc say "you'll be fine!" and then lay down one of those 'soak up the blood' towels. I've been sore and achy since, but I'm up and trying to get back into exercise, taking walks.
They had to get me off the painkillers (Loratab) after the first week, because they are highly addictive. I couldn't see myself getting addicted because all they did was make me sleepy. I still felt pain. Wasn't anywhere near as good as I'd thought they would be. So I'm back on my true love, Motrin. XD
I'm still swollen and stuff, but now as I see my reflection, I freak out a little. I look totally normal. And I'm so used to the disproportionate image it takes a moment to realize it's me.
I think I'm going to be really happy when I'm healed enough to really get back to my lifestyle and everything stops hurting. The doc did a marvelous job. All the skin looks great and I have complete sensation, save one small section of skin on one side. I'm not too worried about it though. I could get it back later or never at all and I'll be okay.
It was so much fun throwing the old bras into the trash and this means a decent wardrobe change for me. I'm still not sure what size I'll be in the end, but I'll get to wear the cute smaller sizes that matches the underwear. *_* And omg, swimsuits. I won't have to float to the top of the pool anymore! Geez that was always embarassing.
The sad note about today is the Crocodile Hunter died. Shock. I'll miss that wacky guy.
Thank you to the folks who offered comments of support or even just sent good vibes my way. I dunno if it would have gone as good as it did without your well wishes. The power of the mind is stronger than we give it credit for.
And don't watch The Wickerman. It's not worth it. Being Wiccan, I saw it all coming, and the plot was just badly put together. I give it an F. Robert is forbidden from picking movies now cause he has the uncanny knack to select terrible movies. I want those hours of my life back, man.
They had to get me off the painkillers (Loratab) after the first week, because they are highly addictive. I couldn't see myself getting addicted because all they did was make me sleepy. I still felt pain. Wasn't anywhere near as good as I'd thought they would be. So I'm back on my true love, Motrin. XD
I'm still swollen and stuff, but now as I see my reflection, I freak out a little. I look totally normal. And I'm so used to the disproportionate image it takes a moment to realize it's me.
I think I'm going to be really happy when I'm healed enough to really get back to my lifestyle and everything stops hurting. The doc did a marvelous job. All the skin looks great and I have complete sensation, save one small section of skin on one side. I'm not too worried about it though. I could get it back later or never at all and I'll be okay.
It was so much fun throwing the old bras into the trash and this means a decent wardrobe change for me. I'm still not sure what size I'll be in the end, but I'll get to wear the cute smaller sizes that matches the underwear. *_* And omg, swimsuits. I won't have to float to the top of the pool anymore! Geez that was always embarassing.
The sad note about today is the Crocodile Hunter died. Shock. I'll miss that wacky guy.
Thank you to the folks who offered comments of support or even just sent good vibes my way. I dunno if it would have gone as good as it did without your well wishes. The power of the mind is stronger than we give it credit for.
And don't watch The Wickerman. It's not worth it. Being Wiccan, I saw it all coming, and the plot was just badly put together. I give it an F. Robert is forbidden from picking movies now cause he has the uncanny knack to select terrible movies. I want those hours of my life back, man.