friday: check in went easy, i had a wonderful nurse named betty who got my iv started and waited with me until it was time. dr. bates marked me and i went in around 10, about a half hour late. they gave me something that knocked me the hell out and then i woke up, i'm guessing about 4 hours later. i was so completely nauseated so someone gave me a shot of something extra in the shoulder. someone told me they told me they thought i'd be very pleased with the final result. the anesthesiologist said i had a couple of heart irregularities that i should get checked out when i see my oncologist next week. apparently we went home and i slept through heather's birthday. i'm told flowers and donuts and cupcakes and chinese food came by delivery.
saturday: percocet. all the percocet. i'd take one and then 15 minutes later i'd be completely out. about two hours later i'd wake up in pain, but not trashed and then in the next hour the pain would be horrible until i could take the next pill. my inner and outer thighs felt like hot matches. some odd stabby sensation where my breasts were. danny made tacos.
sunday: less percocet and the sweet relief of taking off my compression garment for a half hour and showering. there are more incisions on my lower half than i expected and the one in the middle of my lower back seems to be the angriest. there looks to be two or three stitches in each spot. i walked around the block. heather and mara and amanda and i had black sheep.
today: the pain moves around from lipospot to lipospot. i'm trying to just do motrin during the day so the cotton brain will go away more quickly. i'm only supposed to wear camisoles on top since i had the fat grafting done and they want as much of the fat to survive as possible. i never thought of fat as being alive before but here it lives in my breasts which have a pleasant heavy sensation that i haven't experienced in years, since i was breastfeeding maybe.
anyway, more gross bruise photos tomorrow. zzzzzz....
saturday: percocet. all the percocet. i'd take one and then 15 minutes later i'd be completely out. about two hours later i'd wake up in pain, but not trashed and then in the next hour the pain would be horrible until i could take the next pill. my inner and outer thighs felt like hot matches. some odd stabby sensation where my breasts were. danny made tacos.
sunday: less percocet and the sweet relief of taking off my compression garment for a half hour and showering. there are more incisions on my lower half than i expected and the one in the middle of my lower back seems to be the angriest. there looks to be two or three stitches in each spot. i walked around the block. heather and mara and amanda and i had black sheep.
today: the pain moves around from lipospot to lipospot. i'm trying to just do motrin during the day so the cotton brain will go away more quickly. i'm only supposed to wear camisoles on top since i had the fat grafting done and they want as much of the fat to survive as possible. i never thought of fat as being alive before but here it lives in my breasts which have a pleasant heavy sensation that i haven't experienced in years, since i was breastfeeding maybe.
anyway, more gross bruise photos tomorrow. zzzzzz....