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Drains, Drains...Go Away

I had my first post op appointment with Dr. Griffin today. I was irritable and nervous leading up to it. I've been cooped up in the house since last Wednesday, and really haven't been "out" since the day before surgery. I've got cabin fever. So I was excited to get ready, until I realized I still can't lift my arms to put on makeup. And if I got the makeup on...I would have NO CLUE how to thoroughly wash my face to remove it tonight!

And I was getting nervous about what Dr. Griffin would say. When I get exceptionally bored just laying around, I start to feel myself up a bit - and pretend I would actually be able to tell if something were drastically wrong. I've always been known to push, pull, poke, prod, and pick at things..and this time it's no different.

But regardless, it was nice to put on some clean yoga pants, pin up my drains, and hit the road.

All that worry was for nothing though. Dr. Griffin said everything is looking great! I'm healing exactly the way I should be. Except he did stress that I do NOTHING. (He caught wind that I was up and about straightening up the house today...whoops) And he removed one of the drains!! I was hoping that he'd take both out, but no such luck. Realistically, they did say that I would have them in at least 2 weeks. I have to call him on Friday and let him know the output. If I'm super lucky, it may come out Friday afternoon...if not, hopefully early next week.

I have to keep reminding myself that they did say there would be a 4-6 week recovery time. I'm about 10 days out - and I need to be patient. But, I am the world's worst patient. Aaahhhhh.. I guess I should just enjoy it and rest up. Because once I'm ALL better, I don't plan on laying around much doing nothing for a very long time!!

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  1. UnknownFebruary 1, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    I wish I was closer so I could come and help you!!!

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  2. MamaFebruary 1, 2011 at 7:36 AM

    Patience, patience, patience, something you will learn during this ordeal. Sit back and try to relax, you are the passenger on this ride, not the driver. You will heal and be well but it takes time. You can't rush it as much as you would like to. Love Mama

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