I'll ask forgiveness in advance if I don't make a whole lot of sense. I'm medicated.
I finally got the call for surgery yesterday. My fabulous doctor (I really can't say enough about his fabulousness) put me on the emergency surgery list which meant after the regularly scheduled operations were done for the day the gotta fit you in or came in off the street and need surgery patients get to go.
Let's pause and talk about food. I love food. I mean, I LOVE food. So fasting and I don't really mix. I was ordered to fast from 9 am yesterday morning so I did get to have breakfast and more importantly coffee but by 1 pm I was hungry and by 4 pm I had to go to bed because I was downright bitchy.
We arrived at the hospital for 7 pm and got prepped. I was expected to go into the OR at 9 but alas a baby needed to be born ASAP and well, let's face it, that's a no brainer (the anesthetist (who, by the way, was Yum-my!) told me after the baby had been born in distress but was doing better so yay!)
So at 10 pm they wheeled me into the OR and got busy. I got home at 1:30 this morning.
The doctor removed the implant, removed the skin that was all gross from the big purple lump, fixed the flap and put a new expander in. In a month he'll start filling it again and then hopefully, in the early summer I'll have the swap out surgery again (the one I just had in January).
It's been a long road and it's taking a toll on my family, even though they'll never say that out loud. I'm so lucky to have them.
So, we're back to square one again. I'm okay with that. It needs to be done right or I'm going to end up having way more surgeries than this.
On an even more positive note I didn't start crying in the OR this time until they put the oxygen mask on my face....that's a record!