It’s the week of my surgery. I am scared and my body knows it. Late last week I started waking up way ahead of my alarm time and my stomach was feeling icky. My first thought was oh no, not this again…not the random hurling first thing in the morning. I can’t take anymore health issues! By Friday morning I realized that it was my nerves and anxiety. I knew that because on Thursday evening I read thru my hospital pamphlet…it told me all of the things to expect going into surgery…nothing scary, just so that you go in informed. Well when I woke up Friday morning, ahead of my alarm, and with a rumbling tummy…I figured out what it was. Because as soon as I said good morning to the hubby I burst into tears. Fridays come by fast, and with the next one coming being my surgery date, it all kinda hit me at once.
Over this past weekend my underarm has been really bothering me, not with pain but with itching. And I scratch hard so needless to say I can’t touch it for the rest of the week! I didn’t get to post this last week, but on Thursday the 26th of May I had to go to my pre-op appt. Had to get blood work done and get a nasal swab for MRSA. The nurses told me that I wouldn’t get a call if everything was clear. Well guess what I got???Yep, a call. I had MRSA. What is MRSA??? Frankly, idk other than it’s a bacteria that people carry, it’s harmless but due to me about to have surgery they have to get it taken care of. So the hospital wash that I have to wash with the night before and the morning of surgery, I had to wash with more and use a nasal antibiotic cream for 5 days. I finished that yesterday. I had to wash with the hospital wash on day 1, 3 and 5 of taking the antibiotic cream. So now that that’s done…I’m officially ready for surgery. Last thing to do is fill my prescriptions for Percocet for after surgery.
You know, one thing that all of this brings about is gratitude. I’m so thankful that I have good insurance, that I even have health insurance to handle all of this. To not have to be burdened with large medical bills. It’s a sense of relief. Yes I am scared of the surgery. I have never had surgery aside from having c-sections. Being put to sleep is very frightening. It’s outpatient surgery, but I’m still very scared of it all. I’m just looking forward to having some good sleep (they say you feel well rested after anesthesia) over this weekend. It’s my hubby’s birthday weekend, and unfortunately he has to spend a 4 day weekend taking care of me 🙁 But maybe on the up side, he has a weekend with no kids and a wife who will be doped up, so he may enjoy the days of playing video games without me nagging him.
On the even brighter side… everything happens for a reason right? Well I knew on my own that I would get a breast augmentation eventually and, would get a lift. Well let me rephrase that, I knew I would get a breast lift (augmentation implies implants) and with that process I was going to have my extra fatty tissue under my arm removed. Soalthough this surgery originated from a different purpose, it’s taking care of that very big issue–it’s removing my fatty tissue under my arm. (I may post before and afters) Once this is healed and I’m back to my old self…I can wear tank tops without hesitation. I can wear halter tops and feel comfortable. Hell I can wear my workout clothes and not wear a t-shirt over it because of my arm. It’s very freeing…just the idea makes me feel so liberated!!!!