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nym_wibblyI can't believe it's a week since my op. I lost most of the long weekend to that migraine, and it was a mind-bending, sanity-sapping whopper, so maybe it's not surprising that I've lost track of time, but I keep checking my phone to make sure I have the right day for my followup appointment.
Other than being unpleasantly sore in the armpitty regions (more from the dressings pulling skin than from the wounds, as far as I can tell) I continue to do fine. I was hoping the nurse would give me the okay to have a bath after today, but I just looked at the wounds properly and... no, I wouldn't let me have a bath, yet. It's all healthy, but not healed enough for soaks and suds. I can avoid getting it all wet, but I don't think I could climb back out of the tub without pulling something. Meh. Bedbaths and sinkbaths get old really fast.
My brain is slowly surfacing from the migraine fog and starting to demand writing. I'm surprised to find that typing is no problem, as long as I remember to take a break, but sitting at the computer is less comfortable than nesting on my bed in a stack of pillows. If I want to get comfy to write, I'll have to do it there.
I'm wearing a post-surgery bra with my Knitted Knockers in. They're so good that the neighbour who came to bring me flowers on Tuesday did a double-take, thinking that I couldn't have had the op after all! Comfy, too, even sitting on top of a fresh surgical scar.
I'm still being fairly hopeless about staying in touch with people, but please don't worry if you don't hear from me, or about reminding me if you think I forgot. My stupor has far more to do with that awful migraine than with my recovery from the actual op, and is therefore business as usual.
If I have any energy left after my appointment with the Breast Care Nurse, I want to look for a top that fits nicely. :)
Other than being unpleasantly sore in the armpitty regions (more from the dressings pulling skin than from the wounds, as far as I can tell) I continue to do fine. I was hoping the nurse would give me the okay to have a bath after today, but I just looked at the wounds properly and... no, I wouldn't let me have a bath, yet. It's all healthy, but not healed enough for soaks and suds. I can avoid getting it all wet, but I don't think I could climb back out of the tub without pulling something. Meh. Bedbaths and sinkbaths get old really fast.
My brain is slowly surfacing from the migraine fog and starting to demand writing. I'm surprised to find that typing is no problem, as long as I remember to take a break, but sitting at the computer is less comfortable than nesting on my bed in a stack of pillows. If I want to get comfy to write, I'll have to do it there.
I'm wearing a post-surgery bra with my Knitted Knockers in. They're so good that the neighbour who came to bring me flowers on Tuesday did a double-take, thinking that I couldn't have had the op after all! Comfy, too, even sitting on top of a fresh surgical scar.
I'm still being fairly hopeless about staying in touch with people, but please don't worry if you don't hear from me, or about reminding me if you think I forgot. My stupor has far more to do with that awful migraine than with my recovery from the actual op, and is therefore business as usual.
If I have any energy left after my appointment with the Breast Care Nurse, I want to look for a top that fits nicely. :)
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Date: 7 Jun 2019 12:44 (UTC)I hope the appointment went well. It sounds like it should have.
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Date: 8 Jun 2019 20:22 (UTC)