Fun Times

What happened at 2am?

My mother decided to stretch her legs, slip on my floor and go ahaha...!

By the time I got up out of bed to see what was going on she was already back in bed. Yup, I come by it honestly. Apparently my floors are too slippery and my bed is too high. At least she didn't fall out of bed as that would have really hurt.

The healing process has begun and each day I can see and feel the improvement. I racked up the visitors and enjoyed having my mom and dad around. It is strange having someone else do things for you when you are use to doing them. After a couple of days I started moving more. I pulled off the bandages to see what was created and yes...there it was...I once again had a lady lump. Big Grin!

My back look like it was massacred from the donor site and my other breast looked like a staple gun had been used. I didn't care though as it was the first time in two years I had seen a lump where concave had been. It might be small, bruised and numb...but I will take it any day over the alternative.

It is amazing what a small mound of flesh does for your mental state. I was proud of it and would show anyone who was interested in seeing it or touching it. But dressing it was a whole other story. Wearing a bra was painful as the back strap went across my back incision and the cups kept the breast from moving (which felt good) but the pressure got tiring. I decided bra commando was the way to go.  Plus I was still dealing with two drains with very long tubes.

My follow up appointment was only a week after my release. In we all went, I did the automatic register and then one by one we watched the waiting room clear out and fill again; without my name being called. I had been here a couple other times and things always seem to be running on time. I checked with the volunteer who saw my name on the list so I sat and waited...and waited...and waited. After an hour, I thought enough of this and went to the reception desk who told me there was an error with my registration.  Grrr could no one have come and found me? I literally got back to the waiting room and was called.

I was lead down to another waiting room where....I waited and waited. I could hear a conversation in the hallway:

Person A: Just go in and ask her questions
Person B: What questions should I ask
Person A: Go through her chart

In walks Person A who introduces Person B and then Person A leaves. I realize poor Person B was just thrown into a situation and it was either sink or swim. Since he apologized and told me it was his first day in plastics, I decided to tell him it was OK and give him some floaters to help him swim. I went through my procedure and told him that today was the day my drains needed to come out. I had three put in after the surgery and one came out before I left the hospital and now it was time for the other two to leave my body for good.

He did his best to scribble notes and left the room....where I waited....and waited....before finally having Dr. L come in. He was persistent that the drains should remain, I was adamant that they were coming out. I am sure you know who was going to win this argument. So out they came. He warned me that if fluid built up I would have to come back and all I said was "I will be all good, been here before". Yes, I'm a saucy annoying patient but I was determined to get them out.

I was informed that my next appointment would be in two weeks when my first pump up would begin. He left the room saying that he would get a nurse to come in and replace my steri strips, but all looked great. So I sat there and waited...and waited...and waited. After 20 minutes I got dressed, walked down the hall and got someone to GIVE me steri strips. I would put new ones on myself. GET ME OUT OF HERE.   After 2.5 hours of waiting around I was done.

All I could think of was the pump up appointment and what that would entail, but the song of pump up the jam, would not leave my head. I am such and 80's child.