Eat well. Check. I have been feasting with my sister and husband taking care of all the cooking. Plus my sister and I share appetizers every evening on the balcony. And I have great leftover lunches from their cooking. Yes. I am shocked to see how fat and bloated I've become. I will have to stop eating like this. But not right now. Let's heal up first. The big advantage is that they are both making lot's of real food, good quality food. Recovery food.
Tuesday morning, the sun is shinning, it's 6:30am, not so hot as yesterday. Going to be 20 today instead of 28. This is perfect for me. I'm feeling pretty darn good. Especially for somebody who had surgery on Friday. Yesterday I cut back the drugs to just one Tylenol 3 every six hours. And then I forgot the early evening one, so just took one before bed. I feel much better. Getting off all those drugs makes me feel better. I'm surprised at how good my breast feels. It is still deeply buried under that thick dressing so I have no idea what it looks like, or what is going on in there. None. What I can say is that it feels fine. I feel some discomfort when I stand up if I've been lying down for a long time, or when I lie down on my side on the bed. Just at first. And really, that's it. The rest of the time it feels just fine. Already. No pinching, no pulling, no soreness, nothing like that at all. Period. The biopsy with it's 5 shots did bother me for longer. Of course I am still on the occasional Tylenol 3. But still. I am impressed with those surgeons. They have done a fabulous job. So far, so good.
My part of the story is to help everything heal up as best, and as fast as I can. My plan for that?
Eat well. Check. I have been feasting with sister and husband taking care of all the cooking. Plus my sister and I share appetizers every evening on the balcony. And I have great leftover lunches from their cooking. Yes. I am shocked to see how fat and bloated I've become. I am ignoring that as much as I can. I will have to stop eating like this. But not right now. Let's heal up first. The big advantage of now is that they are both making lot's of real food, good quality food. So that is what I eat.
Walk every day. I'm walking pretty good now. And I'm out in public. Even with this big dressing and bald head. I just wear my hat, and a buttoned up shirt and away I go. I'm more embarrassed about the fat than the bald head and the bit of dressing showing at the neck of my shirt. Yesterday my sister and did the park walk, then down to St. Laurent and Bummies the children’s store. I bought a cute little swim outfit, made in Quebec, for the new baby at the ranch. It's a sun bonnet, swim tank top, and swim diaper. The bonnet and diaper are the same fabric, patterned with Koi fish and green fronds on a white and turquoise back ground, and the swim tank top is turquoise. It's very cute. I feel good about it. So, today I'll get a card, and perhaps write a little letter to everybody, not a big one and pack it all up to mail. It will feel good to get that in the mail. I've felt bad about not being able to send something sooner. Then we kept on and stopped at the Russian store too. So it was a good hour or so that I was up and walking about outside without stopping or sitting down. It was good for me. But I was tired at the end of it. We came home, heated up the soup for lunch, had something to drink and I had a nap. A good hour long nap. My sister went off to do some more shopping. She bought us cheese stick appetizers and my favourite cheese. And she bought me cute plants to rejuvenate my balcony window boxes. Nice. And then my husband got fresh snow crab and fiddle heads and we feasted on a local spring feast. Yummers. So the walking is good. And we are actually walking enough to poop my sister out. Well, okay, she is walking twice as much as me. But still. I am happy about the walking. I think it makes a huge difference.
And I sleep well. I have my naps, and I am relaxed and content. And I feel loved. I sleep deeply when I sleep. I'm still waking up every couple of hours at night when my back is sore to turn over, that part still goes on. But I feel like with the naps and the walks I am still getting a enough sleep and exercise and a good balance of both. Yes, I would like to add swimming back into the mix. Soon. That is only a month away. Beginning of June I can ask permission to swim again. Yeah. I'll feel a lot better when I can do that.
I feel like I'm healing up really well. I feel like the plastic surgeon will be please to see his results, take his picture, give me a new dressing and send me on my way. That'll be good.
I feel no pain right now. If we count surgery as day 1, then I am on 5 right now, that's pretty reasonable I think. If we count the day after surgery as day then I'm on day 4. Either way I am past the 3 days of the taking these painkillers on schedule and onto the 'as needed' instruction. I don't feel any pain at all right now, so I'm not going to take anything. We'll see how it goes. But I think I'm down to just the antibiotics and the blood pressure pills. Yippee! Moving right along.
And the sun is shining.
And my disability cheque came in yesterday. And my credit card is all paid off, and even has 400 bucks for me to spend on it. Wahoo.
Today the walking plan is to go up the street, towards the bank, I'll deposit the cheque and check up the office mail at the post office and introduce my sister to the new organic grocery store and to the souvenir section of the book store. She'll like that. And we can stop at the liquor store on the way home, she can buy wine for her dinner tonight. That will be our walk.
We have the nice new plants so today's project can be to play with the planter and put them up on the balcony.
Dispatched: May 7