until I'm banded!
It's 10:30 at night and i'm only just settling down. have to be at the hospital at 6:30am (it's a 5 min drive at that time) so am sleeping at my parents' house tonight. this will be my recovery room i imagine for a week or so until i feel i can manage the three flights of stairs and being alone at my place.
I'm just going to say that picking up a close friend who's just had her own surgical procedure and then spending the next 4 hours taking care of her until her daughter got done with school is probably NOT the best way to spend the night before surgery!
She had an eyelid lift and i think a brow lift and was in MUCH worse shape than i was prepared for. I'm guessing the plastic surgeon doesn't give the full run down to patients for fear they'd freak out and back out.
when i got the call to come for her, i showed up and was given the laundry list of instructions.... including feed her something like mashed potatoes when i got her home..... urgh?!?! i was taking her straight to her house and had no idea what she had available so since she was going to be a little while longer in recovery i dashed around the corner to the KFC drive thru to pick up some mashed potatoes for her.....
yes.... torture.... here i am on clear liquids only having to go to the KFC drive thru!!!
So... onto my surgery..... it's been a helluva ride to get to this point. 3 weeks ago i wasn't even sure it was going to happen. i have faith that this all happened for a reason and i'm going to end up helping lots of others along the way :)
i'm surprisingly not nervous tonight. tomorrow morning may be another story, but i'll deal with that when and if it happens.
i'm excited. excited to be getting my life in order. going further along the road to being the healthiest, fittest, sexiest, happiest me.
i know that post surgery is not going to be easy, but i really do believe that i am extremely well prepared thanks to the intense 3 month programme i've been in. my portion sizes are itty bitty and that's been a gradual weaning down in amount and type of food i consume. and it really hasn't been hard. perhaps because i knew in the back of my head that there was a prize (a band) at the end of the road.
i'm a little bugged that i forgot to bring the horrendous bikini that i've been taking starting and progress pics in. i had planned on taking a set of pics tonight. oh well. i'll do them in a few days when i have scars to show.
speaking of scars. i once wrote a piece in college about how scars are our battle wounds. most of them... the good ones.... have a story to accompany them. like the long thin one along my lower right arm -- i was running around, tripped and sliced it open on a sprinkler head...... and the one on my right index finger knuckle earned when i broke a glass while washing dishes as a kid.....
i have scar therapy stuff (jury's out on how well any of it actually works) but even though i'm adding more scars to the three gall bladder (laproscopic surgery) and long appendix one (not laproscopic) i'm not going to be ashamed of my scars. i've fought hard for them and they'll serve as a reminder of what i've done to get fit, healthy and sexy.
ok..... if you're still with me -- you're a TROOPER.
Will catch up on the other side.... when i reveal my band's name :)