Creepy gurl surgery over and done with
I had it done Wednesday. Wasn't scared at all, I just wanted it over with. I love the stuff they give you before the anesthetic that makes you all loopy, except I usually end up asking the doctors and nurses weird questions like "What keeps the radio waves from bouncing off my kidneys and flying right back atcha?"
Waking up from anesthesia is always weird. The time you've been asleep has just dropped down a rabbit hole. No pain when I first woke up. It started to ache about an hour later. Yay Vicodin!
Two days later, I'm still a little tired, sore, and cranky. But very, very happy. The doc said everything went great, and he doesn't expect that I'll ever have another period EVER EVER AGAIN!
I smile all big and stoopid every time I think about that.
I'm getting a little extra rest time in because I've had to work from home for the past two days. We're snowed in. It's all very pretty. I love snow when I'm looking at it from inside, with a cup of hot cocoa or tea in my hands.
A note of warning to my pierced brothers and sisters out there. Most hospitals are now insisting that you take off every single piece of jewelry you're wearing before surgery, including body piercing jewelry. Come prepared with nylon fishing line, or be prepared to suffer the consequences.
I was a little concerned about my nose ring closing up, but it was fine. It took a bit to get my tragus ring out--I don't think I've taken it out in years. But it was fine. Cartilege piercings usually stay open just fine. I've had my navel pierced for 15 years, so it's not likely to close anytime soon. It felt funny to take the four rings out of my ears that always live there, but now I'm having fun hanging danglies in them.
It was my nipple piercing that caused me grief.
I wear a bar most of the time, because it's easy to take care of and doesn't show that much through clothing. I have some pretty rings and baubles that I wear on special occasions, but that involves taking the bar out and popping the ring directly in. I'd heard horror stories about nipplie piercings closing after just a few hours, and guess what, those horror stories were right. I must've had the bar out for a total of five hours. When I went to put it back, it just woudn't go through.
I greased that puppy up with some Polysporin and put some pressure on it. Still nothing. Well, except for the beads of sweat now popping out on my forehead.
So I go for a combination of pushing hard and twisting. Can you say OW FUCKITY OW? Finally, after I'd ground my teeth to nubs and put a whole new piercing in my lip by biting it, the goddam thing went through. It's fine now, no infection or anything. But ELEVEN MONTHS after I got it pierced, it still tried to close after five hours. Bewaaaaaare! BEEEWAAAAAAARE!
I think my right boob is still giving me suspicious looks. It may never trust me again.
So back to the weather. The kids like playing in the snow, but they do NOT like being stuck at the house, unable to go anywhere else. Cabin fever is setting in. I expect cannibalism soon.