Late last night one of the nurses that works with my plastic surgeon called, apologizing for the late call (it was 9, nowhere near obnoxious, but she had been calling patients from home all day!)... she informed me that Dr. Smith was borrowing space for just today to see patients! 10am!
My daughter went to a friends house last night for a very small Halloween party. 4 kids. But, in times of crisis and no street lights, I knew there would be no trick or treating... so she put on her amazing costume and hubby brought her over. I wanted to go, but my costume of surgical bra and drainage bulb filled with red/yellow goopy crap was a little TOO scary. Not to mention I still am unhuggable and I still flinch when someone comes near my left side.
When they got home, I delivered the good news! Woke up this morning 2 minutes before my 7:30am alarm (that's 7:28am for those of you playing along at home!) and one by one (ok, there are only 2, but it sounds more dramatic!) the family woke up and got ready for our big outing. Keep in mind, I haven't been out in a week! Seriously! I can't even stick my head out of the window like a dog because we have childproof guards on the windows! Arf arf!!!
I made us walk. Yes. I felt like a newborn foal on my wobbly limbs. But so excited to walk. It was a round trip of about 3 miles. That after a week of pretty much no movement? Heaven.
Did our usual routine of comedy. Oh, wait. That's just us. But my daughter was in the room too, which added to my fun and sighing of relief. She's a trooper and a surgical veteran.
With fingers crossed, I wished upon whatever the hell was in the sky (star, cloud, sun, spaceship) that they would remove my drain. For a bit it seemed they wouldn't, but in the end they did and said that possibly they would aspirate next week. Fine. Whatever. They also filled my expander, which was my second wish (goooooo... spaceship!) and it feels really freaking tight but it already looks better. They said that sometimes with the filling, there is less fluid buildup. Um, yeah. There's no space!
Walked back downtown and marveled at how normal midtown felt. Everything was up and running, restaurants and stores open. We popped into what ended up being an AMAZING authentic Mexican hang. I ordered a dish called Huarache which was corn tortillas with black bean inside (like a filled pancake), topped with steak, avocado and other Mexican-y foodstuffs. Topped it off with an extra dose of fabulous hot sauce. I almost cried, it was so good to be out and eating something that I rarely get to eat.
Another appointment on the way home. I felt nearly normal! And I no longer have to wear the surgical bra. In fact, I went braless on the way home, which I wasn't super comfy with, but I didn't bring an option. However, that newly expanded breast is rock solid. I guess with a double it would be really surreal. I can barely feel it. But it's almost like a Barbie boobie. I wonder if Barbie had a double mastectomy with reconstruction and no nipples made.
One weird side effect. My back KILLS me. I'd read about it, but now I know it's real. I already have chronic back issues from my scoliosis and occupation. But hey, death would be a worse option, so I'll figure it out! No way in hell can I get a massage any time soon, but hubby has done a good job and we have a little massage mat that I just sat on for 20 - and crap. I need more. I was looking online for a massage chair like before. I found a killer deal but have never ordered from this site - it's like Groupon on crack. http://home.woot.com/offers/massage-chair-mc750
Do I drop the cash? We're all massage whores in this house. And I never bought that fancy handbag. Fuck the bag. I want something that will make me feel better! I wish I had experience with the site and also don't know how they deliver - it's a big-ass item! But I'm ready to drop the $. You only live once, and thank goodness my time was extended. So, I'll be thinking about this, but the sale ends in a few days. Tick tock.
It's hard to breathe sometimes. But I have a good family and a belly full of Mexican lunch. OLE', muthafuckas. Can't keep me down, even when I feel like crap!!!
I can't wait to feel like me again, but I really can't wait for the city to feel like itself again. xo
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