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Thank you Frank

I just wanted to post a quick note to publicly thank my husband Frank.  Whether it is the bed he moved down the stairs himself for me to sleep in so I could avoid steps, or ensuring there is always something in the fridge for me to just grab.  Maybe it is his helping to empty the annoying drains or keeping the girls busy so I can nap.  It could be the back rubs or the handling of daily activities. Mostly it is having to deal with the roller coaster of emotions that fly his way at any given time of the day…(the tears can come out of no where for no reason at any time…totally out of my control).

I realize that it has not been easy but like everything else these last 14 years we figure it out and get it done.  Thank you Frank for everything…I love you!

11 days post BPM

Good Friday morning and just amazed when I look at a calendar to realize it really has been 11 days.  I could try to say they have been a breeze but that is not true.  It has been a bit of a roller coaster over the last few days. Some tears, laughs, mood swings, yelling oh hell just like normal right?

So where are we so far today?  To start with not nearly as cranky as I have been able to sleep better the last 2 nights.  Thank you valuim.  Next I have been wearing my biker shorts, hmm do not remember if I blogged about that.  When I was at the follow-up on Wednesday, my hubby asked about an abdominal binder.  The doctor advised that biker shorts would provide the same service cheaper and easier.  He stated that basically the tighter I could handle being bound the happier I would be with the end result of the tummy side of our surgery.  It is fascinating, I had to send Frank out for the next size down which I will move to today.  Even with who knows how many stitches in, it is the flattest my stomach has been since at least prior to child-birth!

I am still very sore but the pain is settling for the most part.  I am almost able to lift my left arm completely above my head with a slight strain my right is a little behind.  A little every day.  I will not need any type of rehab for this just time.

I still struggle to get into and out of bed.  I can get in with no help just a LOT of moaning but getting out sometimes I feel like a turtle stuck on my back.  I can eventually find my way out but a slight tug from anyone going by is often a welcome assist.

My girls have been wonderful!  Running the laundry, running and emptying the dishwasher and just being so great keeping my water full etc!  I feel bad that they are cooped up with me.  Yesterday my sister came so they were able to play in the pool while I napped.. a big win for all!  They will have a sleep over with her next week.  She lives down the shore and loves the beach.  I find the beach to be a big disgusting mud pit so it will be the first time my girls will ever go. It will provide me with some quiet and them with some much deserved fun activity!

That’s it for now.  Going to go enjoy my morning coffee.  Everyday gets better.  To sum it up, I wish I could be running around doing my normal daily things.  But, I can’t.  To look at where I am 11 days out of such a massive surgery..well it is amazing!

Yipieeeee for the most part

Today I had a followup appointment with the plastic surgeon and for the most part it was a great appointment.  Got 3 of 4 drains out and all of the sutures.  I am much more comfortable but annoyed at the same time.  My surgeon is going on vacation so the other drain has to wait a full week before it can come out due to scheduling. My husband has already taken two weeks off from work, I can’t drive so it is tough when they give you a choice of 2 appointments only. I guess these are the little things that I am not supposed to allow to affect me.

I am doing great physically…doctor says I am healing beautifully.  I am more comfortable since the doctors appointment.  Yet, my emotions are all over the place which is not at all like me!  I talked to the doc today about it…I think it is 2 parts anxiety over what I can not do and the burden I am to everyone (at least in my own mind) and  2 parts lack of sleep.  Anyone who has ever been in a hospital knows you do NOT sleep at all while there.  But I am home now and expected that by now I would be sleeping..yet I am not.  The doctor gave me a little something today so I have high hopes for a restful evening tonight!