My day 1 post surgery appointment with my surgeon is at 13:30, so I went ahead and paid for a glorious late check out at the CitizenM hotel. It’s actually pretty cheap, only 29 euro and I think it goes up to 8pm or something silly. This allowed me to sleep in and then take my time in trying to get put together enough to get checked out.
Lower Back Really Fucking Hurts
It’s a toss up on what hurts more. My lower back or the poor butchered skin from the liposuction. The good thing is since laying down really hurt my back, I had gotten up quite a few times during the night to pace back and forth and try to get things loosened up. This also meant that fluid worked it’s way out so when I took the bandages off under the shower I didn’t have the red fountains I’ve had in other surgeries.
Speaking of leakage, I think I forgot to cover that in my surgery post. I leaked mostly in bed, not really when I was getting up and walking around. I think it was just from the pressure of laying down that pushed it out on the bed vs. floor. The good thing is there wasn’t much to clean up. The bad thing was the bed was rather wet.
Don’t worry, I prepared for that and took many beach towels so I could try to remain as dry as possible.
Anyways, as I stated in the header for this section, my back really fucking hurt. The warm water from the shower felt pretty good on it, which made me stay in longer, which made us late for the post op check up. Oops.
Out the Door and to the Checkup
My husband packed me and our stuff up and left me down on the red bench to wait for him to get the car. We decided we didn’t want to push our luck with him leaving me up in the room, getting the car, then hauling everything down if the Rotterdam police were out being ticket happy. So I got to look pathetic and wait for him downstairs. Don’t worry, the red bench was fine and not stained from the previous day. It looked like it all blended in…
Since there weren’t any parking spots at the clinic, of course, my husband dropped me off on the corner and I painfully made my way to my surgeon’s office. I was immediately escorted in and the nurses got to work pulling off all the bandages I had just freshly changed. My skin despises this and I was making my displeasure known. It goes to figure, I can deal with a level 8 or 9 in liposuction pain on the table but having some bandages pulled off is the end of the world as we know it. However, all of the puncture wounds were looking good and I even had some that closed already (this isn’t unusual for me). So the nurses patched me up and got me dressed.
There really wasn’t a lot of conversation with my surgeon since the Tramadol was making me a space cadet. I’ve figured out that when I’m on this stuff I really don’t want to be social, I don’t want to talk to anyone, interact, or speak. I just want to sit there for 3 hours and stare at the same spot on the ceiling in peace. So my surgeon had us book a follow up for 3 weeks down the road and sent me out the door where I got to wait on the corner for my husband to come up out of the parking garage with the car. As you can see below, I was drugged up and bored.
MLD Hurt Like a SOB
From the end of my day 1 post op appointment until my MLD (manual lymph drain massage) appointment, we had about an hour and 20 minutes to get from Rotterdam to Almere. So we booked it and barely, just barely arrived on time.
MLD was not a pleasant experience, especially on my ribs and hip bone. It was pretty apparent that those got bruised to hell and back and I’ll be up for some pain in the near future. But, I suffered through it and my MLD therapist finished with her face intact. Mostly because it’s pretty hard to rip off someone’s face when you’re laying on your stomach.
Dinner and Early Bed Time
For the rest, we had an early dinner and I went to bed before 19:00 because I was officially exhausted. I survived day 1 post surgery, it was painful but I survived. Oh, and my husband is going to call the pharmacy tomorrow to get me some Valium for my back. Lucky for me (not for him), he’s prone to Spit so whenever he feels it coming on he can call in for 3 days worth. Needless to say with the way my poor back is feeling, I’m looking forward to it.
Back pain is a bitch.
PetraAnn
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