Last week, before I knew when my drain would be coming out, I emailed my boss letting him know that there’s a chance I’ll need a couple more days to recover. Sunday night, I was still unsure about being reintroduced into the real world, but I also had cabin fever so I decided I was gonna come in. I warned everyone that I would probably be late, and that I would probably show up in pajamas.
Anytime I am out of the office for longer than a day, I feel like I spend two days just getting my head above water, but I was surprisingly up to speed fairly quickly. A big thanks to my co-workers for getting stuff done without me…for once. I kid.
My body held up well during the day, but by 4pm, my shoulders and neck were killing me. Sitting in a desk chair along with my tendency to slouch because of my incisions = not a good combination. I was absolutely drained, and the 1.5 mile drive home felt like a road trip up the coast. As soon as I got home, I popped two Tylenol, climbed into my kick ass recliner, and knocked out for a couple hours. It was glorious.
Today marks 13 days post-op, and the only lingering pain/discomfort I’m feeling is in my arms. The skin on my triceps right next to the incision is extremely sensitive and feels like it’s being rubbed raw. I still can’t extend my arms in certain ways; there is a painful pulling sensation coming from my elbow to my wrist. I’ve read that it’s normal, and can take months to go away. I’ll be discussing it with my surgeon at my next post-op appointment to be sure.
I’m still really swollen in my midsection, but I wanted to try on my jeans anyway. Despite buttoning and zipping just fine, they were really tight and quite uncomfortable, so jeans are not in the wardrobe rotation for at least a few more weeks.
Even without the clunky abdominal binder, my waist has a swollen, undefined, tree trunk thing going on right now. Still, I was over the moon happy about the lack of front butt and not having to hike up the waist band over my belly button. I spend so much time adjusting, yanking, tucking (heh) and being paranoid about my flab protruding from the top of my jeans. I cannot tell you how happy it makes me to not have to do that anymore.
All of these flickers and teasers of future single-stomach awesomeness are starting to make me antsy. I guess even I’m not immune to the “emotional” phase of the healing process.
Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t shed a single tear, thought “why did I do this to myself?” or anything of the sort. I’m just tired of being at 60% strength. I’m tired of not being able to shower every day because I don’t want my tape to peel off prematurely. My recliner is great and all, but I want to sleep in my own bed, in any position I want. Bow and Sioux give me these looks like, “what does she not like us anymore or something?” Well, I’ve got news for you, self. You’re only two weeks into it, with at least another four to go before you’re 100%. Then again, these last two weeks did go by in a blur, so maybe the rest will follow suit.
Sorry if all I can talk about is surgery these days. Since I’m not working out, I don’t have anything else to say. Thanks for sticking with me, friends! I can’t wait to get back to fitness either.
In other news, check out the new page on the blog: my nutrition diary! It is a way for me to document my daily diet without having to track calories or points. Tracking is never a bad thing, but I just don’t need to, or want to, for as long as I’m being Paleo-ish. Full disclosure: I’m half-assing it this week without going completely off the rails. On September 1st I plan on doing another round of Whole30.