1. It will be weeks - even a month or two before your children can run up and hug you.
2. With lipo - you can actually weigh MORE post-op than pre-op due to the water they pump into your tissue. Luckily, I weighed 5 pounds less, but I talked to someone today who weighed 15 pounds MORE after surgery than before.
3. There is no lag time for the bruising - as the surgeon is sucking your fat - your tissue immediately bruises - you leave the Operating Room black and blue.
4. You quite possibly won't fit into your clothes for a month - due to all of the swelling and fluid -and I thought I was going to be sending those clothes to Goodwill - glad I held on to them.
5. Wherever you had lipo, your skin is numb, but underneath, there is an unreachable itch deep down in your tissue - it's enough to drive you insane.
6. Lipo is by far worse than the tummy tuck. And I thought it was the exact opposite. Wrong!
7. Your skin can be ghastly white from the blood loss and anemia for "awhile".
8. You can't make it through the day without a nap for up to four weeks due to the blood loss, anemia, and the healing.
Just a few REAL facts in case you are considering a visit to the plastic surgeon...
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Warning - I just took my late morning pain meds...
and I have about 10 minutes before I take my daily nap. I have been GLUED to the computer watching the first12 episodes of Lipstick Jungle. Have you watched it? It is the most fabulous show on my computer (haha). The jewelry alone is enough reason to watch it - but the story - the three amazing women - juggling real life - plus all the b#*sh&^ that goes along with the high powered exec life. I love it! Seriously, how beautiful are they? Even after plastic surgery, I"ll never look as good as Nico or Wendy or Victory (although I think I may already have Lindsey Price beaten in age - so she doesn't count...).
Do you know what's truly unfair? - they drink alcohol all the time - they are always pigging out on cupcakes or Halloween candy - and in only ONE episode have they been in a gym - and I think it was a pilates gym at that! Now THAT is not real life!!! No one gets to drink champagne at lunch, munch on tootsie rolls and look that good! That's how you know it's TV and not real.
Anyway - I still think it's the best show on TV. I will continue to watch the episodes on hulu.com until I get to the current show. And I want every RING they wear in the show - that's my new Christmas wish list!!!!
Do you know what's truly unfair? - they drink alcohol all the time - they are always pigging out on cupcakes or Halloween candy - and in only ONE episode have they been in a gym - and I think it was a pilates gym at that! Now THAT is not real life!!! No one gets to drink champagne at lunch, munch on tootsie rolls and look that good! That's how you know it's TV and not real.
Anyway - I still think it's the best show on TV. I will continue to watch the episodes on hulu.com until I get to the current show. And I want every RING they wear in the show - that's my new Christmas wish list!!!!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The post-op report...
Note: For your convenience, there will be no pictures during this post...
6 days ago (Tuesday at 8am to be exact), I paid someone (a highly esteemed plastic surgeon) to cut me apart from hip to hip, pull my stomach as tight as can be, and sew it back together. I also paid him to pulverize the fat in my hips and thighs and suck it through some disgusting apparatus - leaving the entire middle of my body bludgeoned and bruised. And I remind you once again - I actually paid dearly for this treatment...
For the first two days I stayed religiously on pain medicine while unable to consume any food for fear or vomiting. On the third day, mom and husband played hardball and told me no more drugs until I had nourishment. So on the third day, I started to singlehandedly support the local Smoothie King. And the drugs were administered. Also, on the second day - against my will, I was forced to walk around - with the help of a walker to help diminish the excruciating pain ripping through my torso (remember - I asked for this).
I have made it to Saturday, day six of this glorious journey - I am happy to report, that I am walker free, I'm moving around pretty quickly, and both girls have actually cuddled on my lap. I dressed and went to a neighborhood birthday party today.
If you know me at all - you will understand the difference between my recovery timeline and the doctor's. My doctor told me that most patients are back to a normal schedule in three weeks. He said that some of his younger, more active patients are back in two weeks. I took that info and decided I would be back to normal after one week. The eternal optimist right?
As I get closer to the one week mark, I am more realistic about the recovery. I know that I won't be at the mall at the end of week two buying an entire new wardrobe, because I will still be swollen and bruised, but I probably will be back at work. And today, when I wanted to stick my head in the pillow and cry due to the pain, I didn't - because I asked for this - so I better save the tears for something out of my control. I have severe feelings of guilt for making my wonderful husband bear all of the responsibilities around here - all in the sake of vanity. When I glance in the mirror, I can see that the outcome will probably be awesome - but the jury is still out if the war was worth the battle. I'll keep you posted...
And for once - I'm trying NOT to laugh out loud - because it HURTS too much, so find something to laugh about for me!
6 days ago (Tuesday at 8am to be exact), I paid someone (a highly esteemed plastic surgeon) to cut me apart from hip to hip, pull my stomach as tight as can be, and sew it back together. I also paid him to pulverize the fat in my hips and thighs and suck it through some disgusting apparatus - leaving the entire middle of my body bludgeoned and bruised. And I remind you once again - I actually paid dearly for this treatment...
For the first two days I stayed religiously on pain medicine while unable to consume any food for fear or vomiting. On the third day, mom and husband played hardball and told me no more drugs until I had nourishment. So on the third day, I started to singlehandedly support the local Smoothie King. And the drugs were administered. Also, on the second day - against my will, I was forced to walk around - with the help of a walker to help diminish the excruciating pain ripping through my torso (remember - I asked for this).
I have made it to Saturday, day six of this glorious journey - I am happy to report, that I am walker free, I'm moving around pretty quickly, and both girls have actually cuddled on my lap. I dressed and went to a neighborhood birthday party today.
If you know me at all - you will understand the difference between my recovery timeline and the doctor's. My doctor told me that most patients are back to a normal schedule in three weeks. He said that some of his younger, more active patients are back in two weeks. I took that info and decided I would be back to normal after one week. The eternal optimist right?
As I get closer to the one week mark, I am more realistic about the recovery. I know that I won't be at the mall at the end of week two buying an entire new wardrobe, because I will still be swollen and bruised, but I probably will be back at work. And today, when I wanted to stick my head in the pillow and cry due to the pain, I didn't - because I asked for this - so I better save the tears for something out of my control. I have severe feelings of guilt for making my wonderful husband bear all of the responsibilities around here - all in the sake of vanity. When I glance in the mirror, I can see that the outcome will probably be awesome - but the jury is still out if the war was worth the battle. I'll keep you posted...
And for once - I'm trying NOT to laugh out loud - because it HURTS too much, so find something to laugh about for me!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Halloween - the unscary version...
or maybe it's scary if you are looking at Collin and Shane...
and, yes, Avery is heading to "hack" into someone with her "bloody" hatchet - thanks to Daddy...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Some things are better left unsaid...
I just got these photos of Morgan riding the Harley with Pops (Shane's Dad if you couldn't see the resemblance). Had I been there, I'm sure I would have needed extra meds. I'll end up scrapbooking these, but I'm still glad I wasn't there...
The blurriness of the photo implies movement - and Morgan is smiling! I'm panicking just looking at these...
Home safe - thanks for small miracles!
Sorry... No new pictures
Just some stream of consciousness thinking....
I voted yesterday - since I'll be sedated and sliced and diced on election day (of my own choosing). While in line, I read this delicious sounding recipe for acorn squash. Since my children only eat fruits and vegetables, I thought I could throw a new one into the mix. So I ran to the farmer's market and bought a bag full of stuff - including the acorn squash.
This morning, I tried to cut the damn thing open - no luck! Maybe it's not ripe? Or maybe it's b/c my knives were a wedding gift and are 11 years old... Not sure, so instead, I baked sweet potatoes. Then topped them with spray butter, cinnanmon and sugar free syrup (yes, these are the type of things stocked in our house - so why don't I weigh 100 pounds?). The girls won't usually eat pancakes or french toast, but they were all over the sweet potatoes. They were delicious! It's the same way I was going to make the acorn squash, but I'll have to wait until I can cut into that one... Now run out to the farmer's market and buy some stuff!
I voted yesterday - since I'll be sedated and sliced and diced on election day (of my own choosing). While in line, I read this delicious sounding recipe for acorn squash. Since my children only eat fruits and vegetables, I thought I could throw a new one into the mix. So I ran to the farmer's market and bought a bag full of stuff - including the acorn squash.
This morning, I tried to cut the damn thing open - no luck! Maybe it's not ripe? Or maybe it's b/c my knives were a wedding gift and are 11 years old... Not sure, so instead, I baked sweet potatoes. Then topped them with spray butter, cinnanmon and sugar free syrup (yes, these are the type of things stocked in our house - so why don't I weigh 100 pounds?). The girls won't usually eat pancakes or french toast, but they were all over the sweet potatoes. They were delicious! It's the same way I was going to make the acorn squash, but I'll have to wait until I can cut into that one... Now run out to the farmer's market and buy some stuff!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Mid-October...Still in bathing suits...
After Morgan's birthday party, Molly, Shelby, Sarah, Hannah and Parker came back to our house. That's 6 girls including Morgan and Avery! - we had to keep counting them to make sure we had them all - because of course they all went in separate directions. Here are the highlights...
Hope you find something to laugh about today...
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