I hate them. So awkward and they stress me out. I have three tubes hanging out of my pubic area and they are attached to 100 cc bulbs. One has pretty much stopped draining, but the other two are still leaking out fluid as they are supposed too. I've showered twice now and it helps keep me and them clean. Imagine a sticky rubber that attracts everything. You are supposed to milk them, by sliding your finger down the tube and stretching it at the same time. Works okay until your grip slips and punch yourself in the groin. This is probably the worst part of the recovery.
Recovery in general stresses me out though. Trying not to let it, and I know past history is no indication of future performance, but still, it's hard to keep the worry at bay. They only stitches I have are holding the drains in place, the rest of me held together by glue. Well, there are stiches on the inside, but I can't see them. I can just feel my muscles all pulled tight and they are sore, like the worst ab workout ever all the time. My back is also hurting, it's my lower back. I was hoping it was constipation pain, but I pooed today. Ahhhhhhhhh. Alas, the back pain was still there, no doubt it's from me compensating for my tummy. My quads are also getting a work out. I bend at the knees if i have to get lower for something. Being mobile is helping recovery, I can do a lot more (but at the same time less) for myself than I would have thought. I'll be so happy when the drains come out, I miss sleeping in the same bed as my husband. He fears pinching them under me, like my old skin, so for now I am on the sofa. He's also going through a rough patch and I just wish I could support him more, even if was just to hold his hand at night. Soon, this will all be a happy memory.