Well, I'm happy to report that I am feeling well and back at work. The Lortabs have a lot to do with that.
I had surgery last Wednesday in which they removed some foreign stuff and some natural stuff from my boob. Mom took excellent care of me. Screw birthdays and special occasions - the true mark of loyalty is bringing pot roast and camping in the guest room at Mom's house with me! You'd have thought somebody died. The procedure was last minute and came as a surprise. Morphine rocks.
The damage to my person is negligible and I do not believe any cosmetic work will be necessary. Which is good, because I kind of like them the way they are. We'll see how everything heals up. At the least I have a new battle wound, but unless I begin a new career as a stripper, I'm OK with that. By the time anyone really gets to it up close and personal, I figure the point will be moot. Although I know it is vain, I am just a little concerned with the circle of scars around my areola.
The doc removed a walnut size portion of tissue and stuff, and I look a little "deflated" on that side, but I'm hoping that will....fill in. To tell the truth, I have more cleavage at this instant than ever since breastfeeding, but alas that too is a phase I'm sure.
This was my first major surgery and first time under anesthesia. I rate it an 8 on a scale of 10, 10 being the best things could have gone when you are forced to go under the knife:
1.) The hospital and staff was FANTASTIC. I can’t say enough good things about them. The doctor brought me blankets! The. Doctor. Himself. Asked me if I was comfortable, brought me blankets and then bundled me up in them.
2.) There was not nearly as much residual pain as one would have expected, even in the immediate aftermath at the hospital. And the doctor gave me a script for painkillers that will last me a year, even recreationally.* Frankly, I can barely tell I had the surgery at all. I hope the doc didn’t sever some nerve endings that should have been left well enough alone.
3.) There wasn’t QUITE as much coddling as I would’ve liked, only because I’m the type that has to have coddling forced upon her. (Once it’s clear you’re going to do it, then that’s that however.) But the lack of a SO makes the coddling a non-issue I suppose – there is no one there to do it. Friends-with-benefits was out of town on business from the initial scheduling, procedure and recovery. It is a mixed blessing, because I am not sure I would have wanted him hanging about, but if he hadn’t wanted to take care of me I would have been offended.**
4.) My boss told me to take many days off of work to recuperate – not counting against vacation days I hope – and I laid in my bed for five days straight until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
5.) My girlfriends were great and checked on me frequently, as did The Ex and Friends-with-benefits, as well as folks at both jobs. The care and concern expressed for me was almost worth it.
6.) I have a “hall pass” for anything I want in the next week. While I will try not to abuse this right, it will be a struggle not to play the sympathy card.
*which I have been taking primarily out of boredom
**he cannot win with me. That seems to be a recurring theme in my relationships with boys.
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