I was in a bit of a bad spot so last night I set myself up for some good rest. Husband was away so it was just me and the kitty cat. I had a pain pill, a swig of Nyquil (I know not it's intended purpose, but works as insurance), an ibuprofen, took a shower, changed my compression garment, turned the AC on high and the cell phone ringer off. It had been 5 days since I had gotten sleep that was more than 2.5 hours at a time. Worry was starting to consume me. Saturday was day 10.
Last summer day 10 is when it all fell apart. If you have never had surgery I can best explain it this way, dancing and worrying at the same time. Ala Marge Simpson. You go into it hoping to be fixed, hoping to dance on the other end... less pain, new ligament, less skin and fat in the most recent case. However when you come out the other side still breathing anesthesia and all stitched up, well that's where the worry comes in. And I worry about healing. I can't help it. This most recent plastic surgery was my 13th surgery over all and I like to think that's lucky. When I had my ACL replaced the 3rd time, I thought, "That's the Charm!" Turns out I struck out.
I've experienced lots of surgical complications. Last summer after my adominplasty and panniculectomy were eight of the longest weeks of my life. All of this weighs heavily on me right now and was getting in the way of sleep. I just want to heal and that doesn't happen well if you aren't getting rest. I see the doc tomorrow and I think he'll have pretty good news for me.
I can't wait to dance.