Mïta.
Saturday, 29 March 2014
Paths In Our Lives...
Mïta.
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Boobie Tuesday!!!! Dreams achieved!!!
| Buster my therapy dog :) |
The Waking..
Awaking from a narcotic induced sleep is an interesting experience. Your senses seem to come alive one by one. First your sight, like a layer of thin sheets being pulled off one by one until you regain focus over the course of what seemed like a few minutes or so. My sense of hearing was also slightly muffled as I awoke, as if my ears were full of cotton balls. It didn't take long however to realise that there was something different about how my chest felt. Slightly constricted, tingly in certain area but for the most part numb, however the new weight on my chest was a feeling that I had dreamt of having my whole life. The nurse was the first person I saw followed by the doctor, they both stood there smiling at me for a few seconds then proceeded to bring my girlfriend in the recovery room. The amount of happiness and emotion that flowed through me the moment she entered the room was something I will never forget till the day I physically leave this planet. Her smile and beautiful eyes broke me down the second our eyes met. Tears rolled down my cheeks as she came to my bedside to hold me and we smiled there, together..
Recovery...
Now
by my personal choice I decided before the surgery that I was not going
to take painkillers during the healing process. My theory is that I
would rather be sober and able to listen to what my body is telling me
rather than be numb to the
signals my body is sending. It proved to be a great choice in the end
as I was able to recover extremely quickly and to get back to a very
physically demanding workplace within three weeks of surgery. For my
recovery, we planned to stay with my girlfriends parents for the week as
I had to do a follow-up three days after surgery to have drains removed
before we travelled back to my hometown. The night of surgery was what I
would call uncomfortable. The biggest issue I had with recovery was
sleeping, due to being limited to only being able to sleep on my back. I
was only able to sleep on my sides four to five days after the
procedure due to the tightness of my skin. Getting dressed was also a
trying activity. With my range of motion being severely limited, getting
dressed was shall I say, difficult and having the extra help of my
girlfriend proved to be invaluable! The day after surgery was a stiff
one. Again having someone with you to help with every day
easy-to-reach tasks is very helpful! For the rest of the week my boobs
would be tightly bound by tensor bands and I would wear a sports bra
over them until my drains were removed. Now with the drains, I was
having to log the amount of fluid and time of day every time I drained
the fluid which was no big deal. Day by day as the week progressed there
were noticeable gains in range of motion and flexibility and by day
three I was finally able to lift my arms over my head once again. On the
follow up day we entered my surgeons office to have the drains removed
and have the "girls" checked over before we departed from the big city
of Toronto. Having the drains removed was slightly discomforting with
the remaining holes(one for each side) being sealed by a water tight surgical tape which I would need to change until
the incisions were fully healed every other day along with the implant
incision as well.Week To Week Progress..
Mïta..
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