Ho hum…still recovering

Okay. Update on my healing: My doc may pride himself on closing up the incisions with entirely internal sutures, but my body needed to have a word with him. After two and a half weeks of watching my new breasts open at the seams, my doctor decided to clean up the wounds and restitch me at the seams. Only on the right side. Six stitches on the inside that will eventually dissolve, and nine standard  sutures on the outside. Believe it or not, at one point during the stitching, I actually requested a hand held mirror to watch my doctor at work. He quickly told me that he’d never had that particular request before. In reality, there were no mirrors in the room. You can bet I rushed home to see the new stitches under all the bandages, though! I will be healed up enough to begin practicing massage therapy on June 1, 2007. Enough said!

Thanks to all my readers who’ve been holding good thoughts for me.  After June 1,  you cqan schedule your one-hour relaxation massage with me!
 Don’t know how old this one is, but thought it still relevant.

  1. Tumor :: NY Giants player Amani (Toomer)
  2. Bunch :: Brady (I know that shows my age)
  3. Gratitude :: Journal (thank you Oprah!)
  4. Feel alive :: young at heart
  5. Connect :: the dots
  6. Temptation :: cannot be resisted – by me anyway…
  7. Brighten:: liven up!
  8. Jewelry :: pearl necklace 😉
  9. Tough :: as nails!
  10. Harmless :: as a mouse

Subliminal Lunanina: Unconscious Mutterings

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Okay. I’m still here, but…

I’m still bandaged, uncomfortable, on pain medication occasionally, unable to tell you what my new ‘size’ is for a few more weeks.  I am also thrilled with my new breasts!  For years I have suffered shoulder discomfort and backaches and have been putting off this surgery.  The first question is “Why wait so long?”  I can respond without hesitation: I wanted to be able to nurse my babies which was not guaranteed after such surgery.  Period.  The second question is: “Why now?”  I  find it more difficult to answer that question:  This was the opportunity that I saw: my daughters are all old enough to have a basic understanding of the surgery and are growing in their independence, my husband supported my decision to have the surgery,  my insurance offered to pick up the tab for such an expensive surgery.  My husband and I went to the hospital on April 19 feeling no anxiety.  The surgery was scheduled for 2PM, but was pushed back until after 4PM.  I checked in at noon.  Let’s just say that I had a nice long nap before, during and after the surgery!  My thoughts on the recovery before the surgery:  I’ve had the c-sections, which involve skin, nerves and at least two sets of muscles.  This surgery involved no muscle whatsoever, so it should be easy to bounce back from, right?  My thoughts on recovery after the surgery: damn!  Stubbed my toe again.  Where’s that Demerol?LOL!  Let me tell you that the pain was unlike any other I have experienced.  I have no visible sutures (my surgeon’s specialty), so I must wear a support bra 23 hours of every day.   I  am under doctor’s orders to avoid raising my heart rate, blood pressure or my arms.  Basically, I’m inactive.  Perfect opportunity to blog!!  So, I’m the kind of person who loves to answer any and all questions.  If you have one (or more), please do not hesitate to ask.  I’m here. Ask away!

unconscious mutterings

This is a way old post that I prepared for Unconscious Mutterings.  Don’t know why I didn’t post it at the appropriate time, just got distracted.  Just a little psych fun for today…Ooo, look!  Something shiny over there!

  1. Groovy :: bay-bee!
  2. Jealousy :: envy
  3. Watching :: my girlish figure
  4. Kenny :: Loggins – ‘Footloose’!
  5. Games :: darts (learning to play them now)
  6. Bread :: wheat – on my grocery list
  7. City :: limits
  8. Stems :: wine glasses
  9. Birds :: road rage ‘fingers’
  10. Listener :: radio fan

Please visit Unconscious Mutterings to see what is current and create your own list. Thanks!

D-Day is set…

Maybe I should refer to it as Triple D-Day  ‘C-Day’ since that’s the size I’ll be after my reconstructive surgery.  I’ve waited until my childbearing years were finished (and they ARE, I assure you) to schedule my surgery.  Reduction Mammoplasty.  It is scheduled for April 19 @ 1:30PM.  Yes, it is only two days after we close on our new home and yes, we are still moving.  I’ll be in a Vicodin-induced state and unable to lift anything afterward, so Robert will need some extra help transferring our belongings to our new house.  Of course, between closing and surgery day, he and I will be able to move most of our household the 3 miles to the new place.  My Prince Charming will have to move the appliances with a rental truck the next weekend.  Please pray for my surgeon, Dr. Alan Dulin and his staff, my husband and daughters and for me on the afternoon of April 19 and afterward for a speedy recovery.  Hugs to all of you! 

Anatomy

Monday begins my fourth week of A&P (Anatomy and Physiology for you non-science geeks), and we have four more to go.  My three fellow classmates (yep, only 3.  It’s a small class.) do not seem to be as interested in the amazing internal structure of our body as I am.  Nor do they seem to know the answers when the instructor asks a question.  I have had to use a special strategy to keep from coming off as a know-it-all.

 At one time, I knew all of the skeletal features in the human body, thanks to my EMT training ten years ago.  Since then, I’ve had a serious brain injury, which caused my brain to rewire itself.  Let me explain:  The part of my brain that was injured contained some memories that, after the accident, I was unable to recall.  I learned later that I just needed stimulus to be able to recall the information.  For instance, I couldn’t even remember my wedding to my Darling Husband.  Once I was home again, I watched the video of the ceremony, and I was able to recall facts that weren’t even on the video!  It’s not that I had lost the memories forever, it’s just that I need related stimulus to access the memories.  My brain has had to learn different routes to access the memory.

That said,  I have been waiting for an epiphany regarding my A&P knowlege.  What has happened is that I have not had an ‘Ah-ha!’ moment even once.  Surprisingly, when the instructor asks me a question that has the rest of the class (the other three teenagers) stumped,  I instantly KNOW the answer.  I don’t know HOW, but I already know the answer!  I shared this fact with my husband after the first few days of A&P class, and he warned me about alienating the rest of my classmates.  My DH also gave me an easy solution: When the teacher asks a question, and the answer pops into my mind, instead of blurting it out, I write the answer down in my notes.  Then, if the rest of the class is stumped and the intructor calls on me,  I’ve already got the answer written down.    It’s worked like a charm so far.

On the illness front, the doctor has given me permission and instructions to take care of the packing/unpacking of the wound at home.  I will remain on serious antibiotics for a few more days, but the doctor has told me to expect the site to continue to be tender for the next few months.  I’m already dreading the practical application portion of the Swedish Massage series, where we’ll be testing out our techniques on each other’s bodies.  Can you say “Ow!“, boys and girls?  Anyway,  this is the second day that I have not taken any Vicodin, and even without the medication, I’m feeling no pain.  I’m well on my way to putting the whole business *behind* me.  Thank you, Beth!

Another Update

This morning, I saw my doctor yet again.  Praise God that all these follow-up visits have been at no charge!

The doc is very pleased with my progress in healing.  I have definitely turned the corner with this infection.  I’ll continue to be on antibiotics for a few more days.  Trust me, when dealing with MRSA, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.  What’s a few more days if it means being certain that all the infection is gone for good?

I do still have a sizable hole in my left butt cheek, currently packed with antibiotic-laden gauze, which makes sitting rather uncomfortable.  While I do have pain meds to take (Vicodin), I did not take any today.  I even amazed myself with not automatically medicating myself this morning! 

The irony in this week has been the fact that we have been focused on the Integumentary System ( the skin ) of the human body.  In fact, we learned all about the layers of skin and how they serve as protection from pathogens.  It would seem that my own integumentary system let me down!

In any case, my next visit to follow-up with the doctor is on Saturday.  Hopefully, I’l get the all-clear at that point.  I’ll let you know.

Good drugs…

The Vicodin prescribed by the doctor is either 1) actually relieving the pain, or 2) making me so freaking loopy that I no longer care.  Either way, when I take the medicine when I’m supposed to – I’m really feeling good.  To say that I’m feeling no pain would be a stretch. While my husband is at home with me,  I DO still have three daughters that don’t know what to do without me.

I’ll post again when I’m not feeling so loopy.  You deserve better than this, dear readers.