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11 March 2009 @ 07:22 pm

Before going to the Plastic Surgeon yesterday, I took 2 Advil; around 1:00pm.  I did not take any more until about 9:00pm when I was thinking about going to bed.  I was starting to feel some real tightness on my left side.  I decided I would take a Percocet; if nothing else it would help me sleep.

It didn’t.  I woke up often and had to change positions every time.  I would lay on my back then my two sides.  Every time I moved it was difficult, and painful.  I felt a real pulling across my chest, it hurt to use my arms to move.  I had an especially hard time moving from my back. I actually woke my husband up a couple of times to have him push me to my sides.  I could generally move from my sides on my own.

Not fun.  But even when I got up this morning (much earlier than I wanted) I thought to myself…  This is SOO worth it!  I almost celebrated the fact that I have this last milestone to get over…  Because I’m done!!  I’m done!!  It really is amazing.  Any pain and discomfort is worth it.  I know it will be better within 2 days.  Sure those two days will not be fun, and if it gets too bad, I’ll call my Plastic Surgeon and have her remove some saline.  I don’t think it will come to that.  If there is something I have learned throughout this whole thing is just how fast the human body adapts or deals with a new situation.  Very Neat.

I took some time today to apply some lotion to my foobs and massage them, gently, it hurt to touch them.  Not really to touch them, but to press on them, I felt my muscle.  So I spent a good 10 minutes or so massaging them.  I think it helped... If nothing else it helped me mentally.  It was nice to feel a full round(ish) mound again on my chest.

It is now 7:00pm, I feel much better, I just woke up from a nap on the couch and feel good.  I think I will still take a Percocet before going to bed tonight again, just in case.