I finally had the last drain removed last week. This was so monumental. The drains were causing so much discomfort with movement. I have a high-threshold for pain, but something about having devices under my skin is apparently not acceptable to my body. Of course the drains were in for a longer period than anticipated and I have my suspicions of why that was. Now that I am tube and tape free, it is time to move forward with actually healing,
I don’t know if I have general weakness from lack of movement for all of these weeks or if there are some adhesions restricting me (probably both), but I still have difficulty doing things. Because of that, I’m having to take additional time off from work and will start some physical therapy after 8 weeks (post-op). The fact is that I have to be able to do my job fully, and two restricted arms doesn’t do much good. Sure…I could get an easy shift where I could get by, but I could also have one of those train-wreck shifts and that would be a problem. I’m smart enough to know I also can’t really do anything with Finn either. As gentle as he is, I can’t have a yank on either arm. So until I can lift up both arms overhead to work, I really can’t do much with my horse either.
I think this experience has solidified that I will NOT be doing reconstruction. If I am miserable looking like a boy, well, then it will be the fake boob life for me. I do not EVER willingly want to go through this kind of surgery again. Eff that!
