So, been a while since I updated you on D-Day progress. How do you spell SLOW????
Geez, this feels like it’s going to go on forever. But there is progress. Three weeks ago I was afraid to bend too much for fear of popping another vessel. Now I’m doing yoga, Yamuna ball rolling (thanks Lupa), using Pilates bands, hiking up the foothills with my dog (and my mom-in-law’s while we’re babysitting), and doing nearly all normal things except sitting in a hot tub. Ours is broken (again) anyway, so perfect timing. Funny, I popped that vessel just as the financial tornado hit us and I feel like I’m recovering at the same pace. Want some gory details? Ok, here goes.
Actually, the worst thing is that I still have to change the dressing twice, sometimes more, a day. It doesn’t make me weep anymore, I just do it and get on with things. Some days it does stick and hurt more than other days, but the wound itself is shrinking, the gap is closing. Three weeks ago it was 9cm by 8. Last week 7×7, today 5×5. I was surprised today because to me it looked no different than last week. It’s very strange to sit in the middle of an exam room, bare your breasts and just watch the doctor staring. Can’t get away from the boob staring. Then he’ll reach over and squeeze to see if they’re softening up. Feel like a horn in a clown routine. I just want to squeak out, “Honk! Honk!”
Last week Doc said I would heal faster if I switched back to the wet cotton gauze, instead of the oil. Considering the pain I had been in, he didn’t want me to experience that again. But I felt strong enough to try it this week. I alternated between the two and it seemed to speed things up. But today I have been battling constant itching and stabbing pains. Apparently this is all normal (???!!!) so I’m going zen with it. Santokh (my yogi chiropractor) muscle tested me last week for Traumeel tablets, a homepathic analgesic with arnica for bruising, etc. My body said yes, so I’ve been taking three a day, plus extra vitamins. I just want to be as healed as possible by the holidays. Thanksgiving is what, 5 weeks away? maybe 6? That’s my target. I’m just cryin to wear a pretty new bra. I’ve banned the surgical ones for the time being. Doc says I don’t need to wear them so off to the rubbish with them. The miracle is I can wear those great comfy shelfbra tanks or stretchy cami’s now. What a miracle.
But now the really hard part: dropping 15 pounds. Sigh.