Most of the social media platforms on the Internet have had to deal with listening to my moan and groan about the pain and suffering I’ve been enduring the past few weeks as I’ve been in recovery from anextensive abdominoplasty with flank liposuction.
That’s right, folks, I went and got some plastic surgery.
Now, I know I often do things hastily and without much thought, but even before I lost130pounds, I knew that no amount of weight loss or exercise was going to get rid of the bulge that hung around my middle. That’s just the way my body is built and years of my weight fluctuating like an insane rollercoaster have stretched out that skin to never never land. Of course, this last time was like the stretch of no return. My belly skin had gotten to the point where it nearly touched the ground if I posed in downward facing dog.
Okay, I jest. Not that bad, but almost!
Anyhow, a familiar surgeon in my hometown agreed that after maintaining my weight loss for two years with diet and exercise and no improvement to the shape of my belly made me a great candidate for an extended tummy tuck.
You better believe I hopped on that train as fast as I could.
Fast forward to now, I am two weeks and one day post-op and I am a mess. I am swollen as all get out my incision itches like crazy. They took out 7.5-8 lbs of excess skin (that’s like a BABY!) and I loathed those JP drains like no other. I have no drains, but I am still bandaged up in some places. My particular surgeon does not necessarily recommend compression garments, but he has told me that if it makes me feel comfortable, a simple pair of Spanx will do the trick for as long as I’d like.
About an hour is all I could handle.
Emotionally, I am seriously struggling with the deformity of my body in its current state. I know that I am only two weeks post-op and things will only get better from here, but the Frankenstein-monster-like sutures and the swelling have got me super depressed. I am so thankful that those 7.5-8 lbs are gone because I can move so much better, but I’m having a tough time being patient and I feel like I need a constant encyclopedia of plastic surgery knowledge.
But that’s my story for right now. Hopefully as the weeks progress I will feel more positive, but I have been told all plastic surgery patients go through this “crybaby” phase.
I am a crazy crazy lady. I know that.
Every time.
(Source: bennyshap, via tabitha)
Sometimes I think about having to student teach in the Spring and I freak out about money.
Do you know that you pretty much can’t work if you’re student teaching, writing a thesis, and taking a lit class?
Do you know that you can’t pay your bills if you can’t work?
Definitely freaking out.
I love it, but I am so thirsty all the time. I need an IV all summer to function .
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Sisters (Taken with instagram)
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Hair cut! (Taken with instagram)
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