I’m not back; I’m just here with a one-week post-op update. Oh, and the door to the surgery center, courtesy of Sara.
Go through here to register.
Go through here to lose a body part.
Here’s another few things I didn’t know about.
- Apparently, my right boob was where I stored the milk of human kindness, because I feel mean enough to eat steel and spit daggers.
- Recovery from having a body part cut off fucking HURTS. “Get a mastectomy,” they said. “They’ll give you the GOOD drugs,” they said. They did not give me the good drugs; they gave me Percocet. At least I’m not in danger of becoming addicted. Percocet contains just enough opiod to take the edge off the pain AND to (ladies and gentlemen, do not read the rest of this sentence) make me constipated. I may become addicted to prune juice, but not Percocet.
- Nobody told me about seromas. Oh, they “told” me about “seromas”, but they said, “Seromas are pockets of fluid that can appear near the incision site.” So I was expecting a couple of dignified, ladylike minor swellings, such as the Dowager Dutchess of Downton Abbey might countenance. But no. Even though I have two — count ’em, two — “drain bulbs” — and let’s just pause for a minute and consider that term — I also have bulges all along the incision and then some. It looks like a weasel decided to use the space to raise its cubs or pups or whatever weasels call their young.
- They told me not to let the cats snuggle against the incision. I was like, “My cats wouldn’t snuggle against my incision if I rubbed catnip and salmon on it.” And I came home, and Tipper wanted, more than life, to climb onto my sore side and make biscuits. I can’t lift more than two pounds, and suddenly Chickie wants me to pick her up. SHE NEVER WANTS ME TO PICK HER UP.
Sara has been staying with me and taking care of my needs and wants. The woman is a saint.
I see she told you we’ve been making a list of uses for an empty bra cup. We’ll finalize that list and I’ll post it one of these fine days.
The day after the operation, we had our usual Friday night nail party, and here’s the simple design I managed.
The silver-gold base coat and gold stamp are Maniology’s Renaissance. The purple base coat is Maniology’s Baroque. The purple stamp is Maniology’s Toy Soldier, because I couldn’t get Baroque to pick up the design I wanted to use. The stamping plate was Beauty Bigbang’s XL-075.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Something is more difficult than one had hoped.