Alright, let’s just get this out of the way.
Ok, two of those things. Happy now, Kara?
My new lovely lady lumps should explain a lot of things that probably no one has noticed – like my complete lack of running, lighter lower-body only Crossfit workouts, and the mass quantity of books I’ve been reading. (I can’t run yet, but I can walk, so I read on the treadmill.)
I went in for surgery on June 14. Remember how nervous I was leading up to it? I am talking months of anxiety here. Well, the day before surgery I was ridiculously calm. I had finally reached boob acceptance – which I’m pretty sure is a thing. A few friends texted me that day to see how I was and ask if I was nervous. Nope. The nurse told me I could start taking one of my prescriptions the night before in case I couldn’t sleep. Didn’t have to and slept like a baby. My anxiety disappeared like that.
The day of surgery, I was still calm. So calm that I took a nap while I was waiting for the doctor to meet with me and do that plastic surgery drawing thing they do on your body. The only thing I was anxious about? Not being able to eat or drink after midnight the night before. Surgery was scheduled for 11:00 am and I didn’t know how it was possible to make it that many hours without shoving food in my face.
Hubs got to have breakfast before he took me to the surgery center though. That was fun to watch.
Besides the no eating and drinking thing, all went well. Once I was in the surgical room, I remember telling the anesthesiologist about my job when he asked and then I remember waking up three hours later.
The first three days of recovery were pretty miserable but not unbearable. It felt like I did a million push-ups and pull-ups, sort of like when you really overdo it at the gym. If I didn’t move, I was fine, but things sucked once I needed to do anything. You have no idea how often you use your chest muscles until you can’t use them. I needed help sitting up and reaching. Doing mundane things like opening the silverware drawer hurt. I even asked for help getting my pants down to go to the bathroom until this happened.
As if asking someone to pull your pants down isn’t bad enough, why you gotta pull them all the way to the ground like that? Honestly.
On the third day, I was able to take a shower. Seeing them for the first time was traumatic.
I mean, I knew what to expect. I read everything and talked to friends who went through the same thing. I knew they would be swollen, which I was fine with, but the skin was also really tight and it was such a change. I cried through my whole shower. I didn’t regret doing it but I guess it was just a lot to take in.
Now I’m three weeks into my six week recovery and I’m feeling almost back to normal. There are a few days when I still feel pressure and tightness that’s bothersome. I also have sensitivity in the nippular area that is super annoying, but it’s 90% better than it has been.
It’s also taken me three weeks to decide I like them. A lot. It’s just been a weird adjustment. It won’t be a weird adjustment for my best friend though. Our first meeting post-surgery went exactly like this:
So that’s what’s been going on. I started back with regular lower body Crossfit workouts last Friday and I’ll be back to upper body and running in three weeks. Hopefully sooner for running.