Bodies are such wonderful things...ish. I have started my reconstruction, and while I didn't think it would be easy, I didn't know it would be this hard. I know everyone has a different experience, and I am kind of a whimp, but this is kicking my butt.
The initial surgery to put in the tissue expander went just fine. I healed up nicely and after a week in Anchorage we headed home. About 3 days after the end of my antibiotics I could feel a fullness under my arm on the surgery side. It got worse every day and began to burn. If I moved just right it felt like a hot poker jab...lovely. I was scheduled to go to Pittsburg for a week for work and on Sunday morning told my husband I should stay home.
"You are fine, you can do this." He said, and he is my voice of reason.
So I went.
On Monday I felt worse and on Tuesday I went to urgent care in Pittsburg.
Thank you God for Dr. M in urgent care. She was awesome even when I had a full blown, probably should have been hospitalized in the crazy ward, melt down. At one point I told her I needed to call my husband and I was crying so hard I had to say, "I'm fine and I know I'm being unreasonable."
Well, to make a long story shortish, I was fine, I had an infection, was given some more antibiotics, would be uncomfortable until the connections to my lymph system re-established to remove the excess fluid and I went to see my surgeon on Monday. All was fine and I got my first little fill-up. So currently I have one baby boob and one old lady boob. And now, when I play "Never Have I Ever" I can say I've sent boob picts over the internet (my Anchorage surgeon wanted to see what was going on). My husband isn't so sure what I sent can count for a boob, just yet!
Now, the worst part of this whole story, other than I was so out of control for that poor doctor I can never go back to Pittsburg, is that on Tuesday morning, I was supposed to get to go to the Heinze History Center which holds the Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood exhibit. Mr. Rogers is a hero of mine and I was looking forward to that visit for months! I didn't get to see his porch swing in person, or the castle and puppets, or any of his sweaters. I had to cry hard about that too.
I did get a Mr. Rogers coffee cup that changes colors when you put hot liquid in it and it has some iconic Mr. Rogers quotes on it. I smile every time I pick it up.
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| Here he is when the cup is empty. |
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| Here he is when the cup is full of something hot. |
So, while I didn't get to go to Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, I did bring a little memory of that wonderful man home to live with me in my office. And if I'm really brave, and wear a disguise, someday I might return to Pittsburg and go visit his neighborhood.
1 year ago: Falling Down the Stairs and Halloween Truffles
3 years ago: My Glimps of Raleigh
5 years ago: Flourless Chocolate Cake with Nutella Buttercream
November 6, 2017 Sunrise 8:57 am Sunset 4:11 pm Temp. H 17/ L 10˚F