Well, I have officially survived my first 2 weeks of recovery! Now, everyone is different… and this is me sharing my experience. I am by no means saying everyone’s experience has been or will be as easy breezy as mine has been. However, mine has been surprisingly easy compared to what I expected.
I was back to work three days after my surgery. There were definitely things I couldn’t do yet, but I don’t like being stuck at home. I figured if I can’t work on the bar, I can at least work windows right? Each day, I pushed myself a little bit more to see where my limits were. This is something I do in every aspect of my life (insert eye roll here), I push myself to my breaking point way more often than I should. Anyway, I definitely over did it on one of those days when I was trying to put milks away after stock came. My coworkers caught me and scolded me, for good reason. I went home in pain, it was my own fault.
I have this character flaw where I don’t like being told what to do. Especially when it comes from doctors… I know, they are the ones I should actually listen to. Usually when someone tells me I can’t do something my response is, “Watch me.” That mentality paired with my freakish pain tolerance are really something else… One of my coworkers saw me on my day off post surgery and said, “I can’t believe you just had surgery the other day, and here you are like nothing even happened.” My response came with a laugh, “Mama didn’t raise no bitch!”
I had a follow-up appointment last week and I was praying so hard that they would give me some clearance to start exercising a little. Surprise, surprise… that didn’t happen. So here I am… loosing my damn mind. Trying to find things to fill my time. Funny story about my appointment though… I almost passed out. They took the tape off of my stitches, out of no where I felt super light-headed and the room started spinning. I told my nurse and she laid me back. I didn’t know what was happening, she said it happens all the time apparently. I thought it was just because I hadn’t eaten yet. We laughed about it, and I didn’t completely pass out so that was a plus.
If I am being completely honest, I was anxious about having my boobs done. My mind was racing in the waiting room, “What if they are awful?” “What if they’re too big?” “What if I hate them?” It was stressful the more I thought about it, but the end result… I couldn’t be happier. I am borderline obsessed with them… they turned out so much better than I hoped or imagined. My self-confidence has improved, not that it was terrible before, but I was always self-conscious about my boobs. There’s a song that has a verse that resonated with me, “some days you feel so good in your own skin, but it’s okay if you want to change the body that you came in.” All I wanted was to be proportional physically and no amount of exercise was going to help out my boobs. I have wanted to do this for so long and I was finally able to do it! Best money I have ever spent 😉
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