Today marks 2 weeks from my surgery.
A week ago I was 50 different shade of bruising. Really sore. Trying to get my head around the reality of my health, the continuing pain and soreness. Let alone functioning like a human after a week of pain meds and recovery. Lots to weigh on my mind. Also had my follow up appointment to remove the stitches and have a final check up. That went well, healing was going as it should. New bandage, final recommendations. Lastly, direction to have another ultrasound in 3-4 months to make sure it’s all gone.
Today, the bruising is mostly gone. Still there and visible. Even my kid is commenting about how I look better – but “still all bruisy mommy”. Feeling better each day. Working out again – even running! It’s still weird. Surreal.
As I look in the mirror, inspect in my typical OCD fashion, I’m having a panic that something was missed. It’s very likely the scar that is forming and will remain a “lump” to the touch. There is that lingering fear that I’ll go into surgery again. Perhaps I’m just too close to recent events to think rationally on it. Maybe I should just shut down this computer, go to the grocery store, and have a glass of wine with dinner.
Maybe it’s just a wake up call to start regularly engaging in all those maintenance-type activities like flossing and nasal washes and vitamins. More so – to chill the F-out!