As if having THE FLUID spurt out any time my internal pressure rose (ie: coughing, sneezing, pooping) wasn't bad enough, this morning it just began to drip without the pressure. I told the surgeon and the surgeon asked me to stop by the hospital for an x-ray and then to come in so he could have a look. I'm great people. A model patient. The surgeon said "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I told you this might happen." I gave him the stink eye. He did not in fact tell me this could happen, but hey, if it is par for the course then I shall endure this healing indignity and leak however much I need to leak as long as I get to the other side. Everything else is healing perfectly. Bring on THE FLUID. What doesn't kill me grosses me out makes me stronger.
I forgot to ask how long until I get the biopsy results. All I know is that I checked this afternoon and they aren't on my online portal yet.
I am feeling much farther down the road to recovery today. After the surgeon declared my leakage normal I asked Josh to stop by the beach on the way home and we took a sweaty humid walk along the outskirts of the hazy beach right where the beach meets the parking lot because J baby didn't want to get sand in his shoes and refused to take his shoes and socks off to frolic with me. It's fine. Marion is coming and she'll walk in the sand with me. I am not supposed to lift anything more than 10 pounds so I actually just wanted Josh there to carry rocks in case I found some good ones. No rock hunting on the parking lot fringe though. I would have liked to be closer to the water.
Every night I get a little bit closer to sleeping flat. I knew that not sleeping comfortably was going to be my big deal. I have to fall asleep on my back (not my choice) with my head elevated (not my first choice) and not roll around. Also, I have to set my alarm so I can wake up in the middle of the night and take my pain killers. I tried not setting an alarm for painkillers and the next day was not a happy morning. I will continue to wake myself up to medicate through out the weekend. Waking up twice night (every 3 hours) makes me kind of tired during the day (and also, healing from cancer surgery) so I will say that I am trying to meditate when I pop on my noise cancelling headphones and cover up with a blanket but we all know that as soon as my eyes close it's zzzzzzs for me. I think that is where I am heading right now. This girl is tired from her big day of doctor visit and beach strolling.
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