Going In Reverse

Happy Mother’s Day!

I over did it yesterday by a mile and a half. I had to go to my plastic surgeon for a check-up. Since he is located in Vancouver that meant I had to do some serious walking, and because there were two accidents on the stupid freeway that meant we were almost late, which meant that I had to walk really fast. My tummy did not like that.

I’m glad that I went to my appointment and all, because my doc sucked out 400ml of fluid that had collected in my tummy for no good reason. After that was all done I was flatter.

On the road again…

It was David’s birthday 12 days ago, but because of my surgery no one celebrated it. Well that’s not true; my daughter made him a spaghetti dinner and a carrot cake birthday cake. But for the rest of us we just pushed it forward until it was more convenient for us to celebrate it.

We went out for dinner with David’s parents. Everyone loved their dinner except David; his sucked. Besides David’s dinner being crap, and my post-op tummy tuck starting to rebel it was a lovely dinner. But don’t feel bad for David, his cake and presents made up for the lack of tastiness in his meal.

We ended up getting home at 12:12am. My stomach was killing me. I took some pain killers and went to bed.

I awoke this morning, and guess what? My stomach is still not pleased. I’m still hurting. I’m refusing the hard pain meds but I’m starting to consider myself a dumbass for making such a stupid decision.

I have to be totally honest with you; today’s pain feels like day two’s pain. But on day two I was naïve because I thought everyday would get better and better. Today I’m more of a cynic, because I’m starting to understand that there may be set backs. As a result of this new attitude I’m starting to wonder if this was such a hot idea. Vanity is bad thing.

And you know what else? To get beautiful you have to go through some not so beautiful moments. Like yesterday at my surgeon’s office: He has a three way mirror so I could see myself at every angle. I have to explain something to you: in order to keep everything in place I have to wear a compression garment. (I think I’ve mentioned that before.) But I have added to my wardrobe. Now I wear a compression top with built in bra, and I always wear panties over my Compression garment. (Those CGs have a crotch hole for easy access, so if I were to leave it as-is it would be like I was going commando, and that just isn’t my style.)

My surgeon asked me to lift up my shirt so he could get access to my tummy. ‘Well darling it isn’t that easy.’ First I had to drop my drawers along with my underwear, take off my bra/undershirt combination, and then let him undo the compression garment and let that fall to the ground as well.

So picture me with everything at my ankles, and my bra top at my neck. I looked in the mirror, and I looked so ridiculous with my swollen and bruised belly hanging out. Now I’m fully aware that he has seen me naked, but I was out cold so that doesn’t count. I began to understand why girls wear cute panties and bra sets to see their doctors. I’m going to note that down and put that in my back pocket.

I’m going to see him on Wednesday and I’m going to wear the more easily accessible compression garment. This one has Velcro on the bottom all you have to do is raise it up from the hips. And hopefully on my six month check-up I will be wearing those cutie undergarment sets, with my unburied flat stomach. If not, I’m going to ask for my money back.

Day 11

What do I have in common with Thanksgiving? I could easily be a float in the Macy’s Day Parade. Oh man, I’m so bloated. In the world of tummy tuck we call it, ‘swell-hell’.
I think my body is rebelling from being cut open, ripped apart, and having the jiggly parts sucked out of it. What can I say?

I’m on day 11. The second week is harder than the first. The first week I took drugs and slept. This week I can’t get comfortable, I’m bloated, and my mind is playing games on me. During week one I had a nice flat stomach; now not so much. I’m beginning to second guess myself as to why I did this.

On the plus side I do have a tiny little waist, and the cutest belly button. Is that worth the $10,000? Maybe, I was always complaining about muffin top, and I definitely don’t have that anymore.

David has taken the week off of work to take care of me. He is calling it a ‘stay-cation’. He won’t let me do anything for myself. I’m surprised that he is not typing this blog entry for me. Again I’m not complaining, who could? My only fear is when he goes back to work I might forget how to put on my own socks. My feet are going to get so cold.

Well that is it for now. I just wanted to let you know that I’m alive and doing well. I will write more soon.