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Post op and Pre op again.
May 21, 2008
Oh, so the story left off at "pre-plastics"? Hmm.. turns out I'm a complete wuss -- as in "plastic surgery is NOT for the wussies." I hated life for *weeks*, and even now am not sure about those loooooooooonng scars down my arms.
Heard of "spitting sutures"? Neither had I, but I got 'em! Bump like a small pimple on the suture line; give a lil squeeze, and out pops a fraction-inch piece of thread and a handful of white goo. I was in Seattle at the time it started, and I FREAKED RIGHT OUT. This was in August last year. It's May 21th of 08 now, and I still have the occasional suture making its way out. Yikes. and Sigh.
Next plastics? January of 09 probably. Although, as I'm writing an update today, I might's well give this update an update: Gallstones detected in last week's Ultrasound, which I got because I was afraid I was getting an ulcer in the un-attached section of tummy or something. BURNING PAIN IN BELLY!! ow. Waiting for the doctor to get up the nerve to call me (I'm a IMpatient, which has repercussions in interpersonal relationships such as doctor-patient), I've been researching and wondering things about whether GB surgery is the best option bla bla bla and do I need a bariatric guy? Dr. Elliott is in VA, and I'm not: where do I go? Whom do I trust? (These are the very issues that I'm SURE my primary doc frets about late at night; they do me.)
And here I find myself at the New Group. This place changes every few months, and some of us wander off and try to have a life. Doesn't work of course... ;o) Plastics opened up a whole new can of whup-ass-pain in the form of very long scars that spit, and now I'm completely and permanently disabled from them. I worry about the next bout I'll be needing: the bottom half. How much scarring can I accommodate there? and what about the timing? If gallstones come out, say, NOW, and it takes me months to recover (given the history of things, and my being the Complications Queen)(stole that title from somebody; credits will roll later), then maybe I should put off the next PS debacle another six months. That would put us in June, 09. Surgery every June? Okely dokely.
Blessings and be well all:
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Heard of "spitting sutures"? Neither had I, but I got 'em! Bump like a small pimple on the suture line; give a lil squeeze, and out pops a fraction-inch piece of thread and a handful of white goo. I was in Seattle at the time it started, and I FREAKED RIGHT OUT. This was in August last year. It's May 21th of 08 now, and I still have the occasional suture making its way out. Yikes. and Sigh.
Next plastics? January of 09 probably. Although, as I'm writing an update today, I might's well give this update an update: Gallstones detected in last week's Ultrasound, which I got because I was afraid I was getting an ulcer in the un-attached section of tummy or something. BURNING PAIN IN BELLY!! ow. Waiting for the doctor to get up the nerve to call me (I'm a IMpatient, which has repercussions in interpersonal relationships such as doctor-patient), I've been researching and wondering things about whether GB surgery is the best option bla bla bla and do I need a bariatric guy? Dr. Elliott is in VA, and I'm not: where do I go? Whom do I trust? (These are the very issues that I'm SURE my primary doc frets about late at night; they do me.)
And here I find myself at the New Group. This place changes every few months, and some of us wander off and try to have a life. Doesn't work of course... ;o) Plastics opened up a whole new can of whup-ass-pain in the form of very long scars that spit, and now I'm completely and permanently disabled from them. I worry about the next bout I'll be needing: the bottom half. How much scarring can I accommodate there? and what about the timing? If gallstones come out, say, NOW, and it takes me months to recover (given the history of things, and my being the Complications Queen)(stole that title from somebody; credits will roll later), then maybe I should put off the next PS debacle another six months. That would put us in June, 09. Surgery every June? Okely dokely.
Blessings and be well all:
horizon
324/155
Random Bouncing
Jun 26, 2007
Less than 48 hours remain til the mastopexy-mammaplasty con brachioplasty. I feel like we should order these in fine Italian restaurants: "Yes, I believe I'll have the brachioplasty all'a Mastapecchi. Or not. At any rate, I've got a whole lotta nervous energy squeaking around. Even with the anti-anxieties Dr. Of'Love prescribed, I'm restive and bouncing at random.
Everything is accomplished. The recovery area is set up. Snacks and activities have been arranged: Netflix has been ordered. I have all post-op medications available, I've laid out my clothes (including fuzzy slippers), and there's officially nothing left for me to worry about. My job today and tomorrow is this: don't worry about stuff. Hence the anti-anxiety meds. It's okay, because I'm not worried about the Dr., or the procedure(s), or whether or not I'm "doing the Right Thing blah blah" -- what I've got now is along the lines of "uh... did I leave the iron on?"
So now I've got fewer than 48 hours, with everything checked off the checklist. Any ideas how I can focus this random bouncing? Cuz otherwise, I'm gonna go buy a bupload of shoes!
Oh, and wish me luck, folks. I *am* a tad nervous about HAVING PLASTIC SURGERY IN LESS THAN 48 HOURS too.
Shiver.
Plotting the BIG MEAL
Nov 20, 2006
Last year, I had such high hopes for Thanksgiving: Cornish Game Hens featuring my mother's amazing apple glaze (from Weight Watchers, so you know it's DIET-friendly...) and all those trimmings.
I barfed up every bite. By Thanksgiving, I was supposed to be able to eat solid foods, but a stricture made that impossible. And we couldn't do anything about it until two months later! (Insurance issues. Honestly, "the insurance industry" will be first up against the wall when the Revolution comes...)
This year, we're making Game Hens again, a different recipe, and I *don't* have a stricture. I've also lost 161 pounds. I won't have to barf up every bite this year.
Huzzah and hallelujah. Happy holidaze, folks.
I barfed up every bite. By Thanksgiving, I was supposed to be able to eat solid foods, but a stricture made that impossible. And we couldn't do anything about it until two months later! (Insurance issues. Honestly, "the insurance industry" will be first up against the wall when the Revolution comes...)
This year, we're making Game Hens again, a different recipe, and I *don't* have a stricture. I've also lost 161 pounds. I won't have to barf up every bite this year.
Huzzah and hallelujah. Happy holidaze, folks.
