Yesterday I had my 6 week post-op appointment with the plastic surgeon- combined with the pre-op appointment for my next surgery, which will happen in a few weeks.
Talk about mixed emotions.
I have officially been released to resume any and all types of exercise that I'd like. Yay!
After the next surgery, there will be no exercise of any kind for at least four weeks, and I will not be able to lift anything heavier than 10 pounds (including my Charlotte) for at least as long. Boo.
The worst of the pain is over, my healing is going as expected, and my incision looks as it should at this point. Yay!
The incisions for part 2 are much more precarious, prone to reject stitches, "gnarly" looking (as the nurse put it), and with my fair skin, will probably take two full years to not look so red and angry. Boo.
The next procedure is so much easier than the first! Yay!
By this, I'm pretty sure that they mean the initial pain won't be as bad, and I won't have so much trouble getting around. But the pain is nagging and lingering. Perhaps for months. Boo.
Guys, I am so anxious to have this behind me. And I know in the end it will all be totally worth it. But this part is hard. Maybe even as hard as it was to pass up all those french fries and ice cream that helped get me to this point.
I hate that I'm not going to be able to pick up my daughter. I hate that just as soon as I'm closing in on a pain-free normal that I'm heading right back into the daily pain. I hate that I won't be able to run for so long, because as it turns out, I'm kind of a crabby bitch some days when you take running away from me. I hate that my scars are probably going to frighten my children (and innocent bystanders!) this summer. I try not to complain about this, since it is fully elective and I brought this on myself. But day after day after day of pain is hard. Boo.
But my stomach is FLAT, and my legs will have lost all of the wrinkly elephant skin that is clinging to my thighs. Yay!
I'm in full steam ahead mode. Let's get this over with.