My Goomba! (First Tattoo)

I got my first tattoo today! It’s a goomba on my ankle.

Isn’t he adorable!? I got him from Devon Greig At Alchemy Tattoo in Nashville, Tennessee. She did an amazing job. He even looks better than the fake ones I was sporting for a while! She did the outline all in colors darker than the pixels they surround (except for the grey surrounding the black).

The pain wasn’t as bad as I expected. However, I had seen people tapping out of tattoos and heard stories of people screaming and taking lots if breaks. This one took just barely over two hours of tattooing. I didn’t need a break or anything. Just to shift twice because I my other leg was falling asleep.

It felt like a skinned knee. And the lines were the worst part. She did the grid first and then went back and colored in the many many pixels (“so many little squares,” as she put it). So yeah, the fine lines were more painful than the coloring in. And it hurt worse towards the back of my leg for some reason.

Now I’m ready for my sleeve. Bring it on. (In Fall, after pool season).

K went with me to Nashville. We made a lovely day of it. Traffic was light. We went to the studio early enough to grab lunch there. So I google mapped “restaurants near me” and it suggested a hole in the wall BBQ joint — well, when in Nashville… It looked shady as hell, but they also had a food truck parked behind it. I love some food truck food. Yall, that place was fucking awesome. Everything we had was delicious. Pork, Sausage, Bologna, Brisket quesadilla, Fries, Cole Slaw, White Beans, and Banana Pudding. All 5 stars. K said she knew it was going to be good when she saw grandma behind the register. And it seemed like most of the people in there were regulars shooting the breeze with the smoke master.

The bathroom was out of soap and paper towels. Usually that would be a no go for me — but fuck, that food was so good. I’ll go back when I go for some of my sleeve, I’m sure. Thanks to K for joining me on my adventure!

It’s a Good Thing: Pentel EnerGel RTX Retractable Liquid Gel Pen Review

How about a product review? I just reordered some of my absolute favorite pens. I’m pretty possessive of a good pen. I covet them. You will not take my good pen. And ever since I found these Pentel EnerGel RTX Retractable Liquid Gel Pens (Amazon Link), the purple one has been my precious. I’ve ordered a set of just purple and now I’m ordering another set of the multi-colored package because almost all of them have run out.

Here is my original Amazon review (I’m a whore for Review “likes” — so feel free to hop over and mark my review as “helpful”) :

I signed into a meeting Monday with a brown pen — the color was meh (brown) but the ink line was fantastic. It flowed perfectly. Perfectly. I wanted it. I asked whose it was and it belonged to the meeting coordinator — he was not going to let me have his pen. So I asked to borrow the pen and wrote down everything about it. Then I went home and ordered a pack of my own. Now I have purple and dark green (and 7 other colors since I gave three to my husband). They arrived last night. *SQUEE*

Purple is my favorite color of pen to use at work. I’m an engineer so I have to keep it semi-professional. This pack has a lovely dark purple, a dark green (looks lighter in the picture — there are two greens, one is lime and one is dark), 3 of 4 blues (I’m counting the turquoise here), black and brown. I consider all of these seven colors professional enough for work purposes. There are other lovely colors here but those will stick to home use. The Navy pen looks almost black when you write with it. I prefer to avoid black and similar pens at work because I need my writing to pop on printed pages. So this multi pack was an awesome choice for me. Next time I might just order a set of purple. However, I wanted to try all the colors first.

I’d consider getting a nice metal version of this pen and just switching in these ink wells. However, then I’d be even more possessive of my amazing pen. I might develop a tick when someone asks to use it.

“My precious…”

9 Weeks Post-Op

So I’m 9 weeks post-op tomorrow (tummy tuck / abdominoplasty, arm lift / brachioplasty). I should be working out by now but I’ve still got a fucking drain in!

Yesterday I saw the doctor. I presented the graph of obvious non drainage decline and he said OK, we’ll take one out and watch the other over the next few days. Awesome! Well, then he left and the nurse wasn’t so happy to take out a drain. She insisted that this was normal and they were going down. She’s worked there for 19 years, you know. Bitch, can you not read a line graph? It’s a fucking picture. And the doctors been there longer than 19 years. I know those nurses hate me. She mentioned the numerous requests in my file about the drains. And she said if they are removed, they’ll have to manually remove the fluid with a needle multiple times. Bitch, I know. I accept this. I do not accept keeping useless drains in when they could be the irritation causing the damn drainage themselves.

So he said come back in a few days. The nurse, however, said to call when the drain goes down and blah blah blah about 15ccs. So I’m not sure when they’ll actually take this second one out. However, they did take the problem one out — the one that was painful because it had slipped out about an inch, was cloudy, and was smelly. Having one long tube to deal with is also simpler than trying to keep two from getting twisted and tangled. So half victory.

I asked about getting on his schedule for March for the breasts. I need them healed up before I open the pool in the summer. So if they can’t be done in March or April, I’ll put it off till the pool closes in Fall. He said that should be fine. Of course he’s booked up. Which is why I’ve mentioned it in my previous appointment and he blew me off with we’ll talk about that next time. UGH. So the scheduler is supposed to talk to him and then give me a call. I’m crossing my fingers. But I’m also prepared to hear that I have to wait till after summer.

Also FIRST TATTOO THIS WEEK! Saturday I’m getting my Goomba!

Depression and Fucking JP Drains

So I see the surgeon on Monday for my 8 week follow-up (Tummy Tuck, Arm Lift — get caught up). Really, I was 8-weeks two days ago so it’ll be more like my 9-week follow up. I still have my surgical drains. The longest I can find on the internet is a reference that they can drain for 1-5 weeks. I was originally told they’d be in for 3 weeks. Then it became when they’re under 15cc per bulb per day. OK.

Then last time I saw the doctor (2-weeks ago) he said that he’ll take them out at 8 weeks anyway. Well, his nurse corrected him that they wouldn’t. The nurse again reinforced that they can not come out until they are down to 15cc per day when I called to complain that one of the drains is turning cloudy and smelly. So I’ve been looking forward to Monday, but as it get closer (and keep in mind, I’m depressed over here anyway), I’m thinking: Holy shit, they’re not going to take them out.

To see if I was right or the nurses were right, I charted the data. Maybe they’re going down in a very slow, languid progression. December to January looks great:

But wait a minute — lets zoom in on January:

They aren’t going down! And maybe it’s just because my body doesn’t like plastic tubing in it. But you can’t tell me they’ll go down while I’m looking at FOUR WEEKS OF DATA WHERE THEY DIDN’T GO DOWN. That’s a week longer than they were supposed to be in there in their entirety — 4 weeks of nothing. Everyone on the facebook groups I follow had them out in a few days or at two weeks (for those who have it done in Miami and then go home and have to have a doc take them out). No measurements, just a time frame. Well my time frame done passed on by.

Yall pray for me. Yes, I printed out my data for the doctor. But you know how often doctors listen to patients. And lord knows his nurses are only concerned with quantity. Even though one of them has gone from crystal clear yellow drainage to cloudy and increasing and smelly. I kinda think that’s a problem. I’m just looking forward to talking to the DOCTOR Monday and not his fucking “how much did they drain yesterday” god damned nurses.

PS: I acknowledge that they are still draining a lot. And taking them out might cause me to need to have the fluid manually drained. But I just don’t think they’re going to go down anymore with the drain system still in there. I think my body wants it out. I also think there are injections you can give to encourage it to close up. I’m gonna research those too.

Putting Away Christmas

I’m finally making a dent in putting away the Christmas decor! It’s been weighing on me heavily as a task that needs doing. We never take it down before Mr C’s birthday — but once that passes, it’s just such a chore. I come down from work, I’m already a bit depressed, and I’m just overwhelmed. I can’t relax because I gotta do it — but I also don’t want to do it — so I just nap instead.

Not today, Satan!

Last night I had Mr C bring in all the boxes and started packing up. Today I took down the tree. The downstairs is officially de-decorated. HA! And Mr C took all the front decorations around back for me too. So I don’t have to feel ashamed about the neighbors judgement. This is a huge victory against depression! SUCK IT!

The upstairs trees are not as much trouble and they’re not in “my space.” So I’m not looking at them feeling weighed down. Moms room is fast as I just stick the whole tree in the closet. Then the office tree is small. The bedroom tree is a bit of a pain, but not as bad as our main tree. So yeah. I’m doing it!

Some Things 1/18

  1. I’m seven weeks post op tomorrow (tummy tuck and arm lift). Nothing really new to talk about on that front. Yes, I still have my cursed drains. I saw the doctor yesterday for a regular followup and he said they remove them at 8 weeks. The nurse replied with “not when they’re at 40!” and he didn’t reply. So he scheduled to see me in 2 weeks. That’ll be almost 9 weeks post op. I have faith that he’ll take them out at that appointment no matter what. I honestly think at this point, maybe the drains themselves are making the wound not heal up faster. They were on a steady decline to 35/40 until January started. They’ve not moved since (except one day number 2 shot up but it was just that once). So I’m scared they’ll have to drain fluid with a needle if they remove them, but I also haven’t been laid since NOVEMBER.
  2. At least he took off my 10lb lift limit. I can pick up things now! Rather than stare sadly at them and ask someone else to do it.
  3. Mr C’s birthday was yesterday! The big 40! I made him the lemon tart (recipe here) that he loves because he got chocolate mousse for Christmas. I made it all — the giant pain in the ass. I used M’s tip to mix the crust pastry in the food processor rather than by hand — GENIUS. I juiced all the lemons, I zested, I custard-ed. I clean up all the dishes and then went to put the beautiful tart in the fridge and saw one and a half sticks of butter on the counter. Fuck fuck fuck. I had to dump out all the custard, put it back over the heat and dissolve all the butter then pour it back in. It doesn’t seem to have suffered for it but damn. Close one. I was so pleased with myself before I saw that butter too.

Drains and Discouragement

I’m never going to get these damn surgical drains out. It’s been over five weeks! Please, I want them gone. I feel like they’ll never get low enough to come out. Who has them this long? I thought it was gonna be three weeks!

I’m just feeling discouraged. Depressed. Melancholy. I’m tried of the surgical drains. My new job sucks. I’m scared to dive in and try to do new things I don’t know how to do. I feel like I’ve already let my teammate down. He’s stuck with me. Ugh.

I’ve meant to finish watching the Witcher season 2 for the past 3 nights but I have not. I’ve chosen, instead, to lay on the couch and nap.

I’ve been worthless this week. Completely worthless.

Back to the Grind

I returned to work today. Well, work from home. Even then I couldn’t actually get back on the VPN until about 2:00, so not much of a work day. And yet I’m stressed.

I mentioned my boss quit. My new temporary boss is his boss. He called me to see if I was online. I wasn’t because my account was shut down while I was on leave. We have a meeting tomorrow to discuss what I’m working on. He also wants weekly status reports. UGH. This feels like a new job. Sure, I started in November. But when I started in November, this was all just temporary because I was gonna be out in December. So I didn’t really have to do anything. Now I have to work. Actual work, not just onboarding and training and paperwork.

I’m terrified I won’t cut it. I have no idea what I’ll be doing or what is expected of me. I’m freaking out.

So yeah. It might also be because my surgical drains hurt and belly button hurts and I started my period today. But still — freaking out.

I’m going to bed early.

Revisiting Surgery Preparedness

A lot of people looking to have plastic surgery are desperate for information. What do you need? How will you feel? Whats gonna happen? Well, I’ve written a lot of posts about how I’ve prepared for my surgery (Tummy Tuck / Abdominoplasty with Placation and Arm Lift / Bracioplasty). Here, I’m consolidating and revisiting what I actually used and found helpful. If you want more detail of my journey, visit the “Plastic Surgery Journey” category to grab those posts.

First, lets start with what I haven’t mentioned on the blog specifically. Before the surgery, I packed a suitcase. This suitcase had everything I could wear in it. This way I could get my care givers to get me fresh pants or underwear or shirts without them having to dig around for them. Here’s what it had:

  • Four pairs of BAGGY pants. I specifically ordered yoga and sweat pants that were one size too big for me. They were comically large — until I had surgery and swelled up like a balloon. I had read other people having to wear their boyfriends pants, well Mr C is skinny so I had to buy my own. YOU NEED BIG PANTS. You need loose clothes. LOOSE.
  • Button up / zip up shirts. Your arms can’t function — how you gonna put a shirt on? How are you gonna access your stomach binder and drains. You’re gonna be wearing open front shirts – that’s how. I couldn’t even pretend to put on a tshirt until week 3.5 and I still don’t want to in week 4.
  • Brief-style underwear. You might not wear underwear at first. The drains might, like mine, be coming from your mons pubic area. I, however, found that I prefer to wear underwear so that the drain tubes are held in place when I pull up my pants. You don’t want your care givers rifling through your underwear drawer and bringing you lacy bikini bottoms.
  • Compression socks. These were required for my first two weeks.
  • Compression pants. After my first week appointment, I was told to wear compression pants to help with the comical swelling of my thighs.
  • Compression arm sleeves. Some people are fine with the ace bandages they were sent home in. I was not. Those things were tight and itchy and drove me NUTS. Order multiple types to see what you like. Then order and extra pair of the one you like. ‘Cause you can’t wear deodorant and your underarms get stinky so washing will be required at some point.
  • Zip front bras. Yeah, same as the shirts. I’m a month post op and still cant put on a regular bra.

The next most handy thing I had was clutch. CLUTCH. I’ve mentioned it many times already — LIFT RECLINER. I rented a lift recliner. Having your stomach done, you can use your arms. Having your arms done too? Kinda fucked then. The proper way the nurses showed us to move me around was to bend over and let the patient hug you and then rise with them. It sounds so easy but it’s not. You don’t have to buy this thing — rent it! I paid $150 for the month and that included delivery and pickup. I just googled “medical supply store” near me and found three places that rented them out. It was required. I lived in it. It was my world for 2 weeks solid. And it got me up without fail and without my care givers freaking out about ripping my arms open.

Something no one mentions but appears in all their videos: Straws. I bought some long bended silicone straws. Your arms are so swollen and tight you can’t reach your mouth. You need a straw.

My well organized baskets from this post: “Surgery in T minus 4 days“. All three baskets were useful. It was great to be able to move them around to where I needed them. The hygiene basket mostly stayed in the bathroom. The medicine basket mostly stayed in the kitchen (but note how I had labeled all my medication in layman’s terms. That was a god send for my caretakers. Also visit that post for details like how you’re gonna NEED some stool softeners). The wound care basket was clutch though. Sometimes we did my wounds in the recliner. Or in my bedroom after my showers. Sometimes it was even in the kitchen. We didn’t have to grab a bunch of stuff or worry about forgetting something, we just grabbed the basket. So convenient. Here’s what it had repeated:

  • Gloves
  • Bandages
  • Medical tape
  • Brand new clean scissors
  • Qtips
  • Polysporin (the latter two for around the drainage sites)
  • Antimicrobial soap
  • Alcohol wipes (using one of these to strip your drains makes it a breeze — tip of the day).

I’m gonna mention stool softeners again. I’ve never had a problem with constipation. Even after surgeries. So I wasn’t too worried about this. However, I was instructed to start stool softeners 2 days before surgery and a laxative after. You gonna NEED THIS. I did as I was instructed and about three days post op, I felt like I was shitting shards of glass. That’s AFTER 5 days of stool softeners. Do what you are told for sure.

Rent a rollator or have chairs strategically placed. You’ll need a chair in the bathroom for brushing your teeth. You’ll need a chair in the shower. I also used it in the kitchen where I emptied my drains. But DON’T USE A WALKER! My doctor was very adamant — NO WALKERS. He said for 24 hours you can hunch. After that, your abdomen needs to be standing tall. You can walk loose and bend at the knees to relieve the pressure on the incision but you don’t want those newly repair ab muscles to heal in a hunchback position. No one needs that.

Pillows! Get all the pillows! Your arms need to be raised at all times. Or your hands will swell. It sucks. You also need a pillow under your knees — EVEN IN THE RECLINER. This reduces strain on the tummy tuck incision. You’ll need this when you move to the couch or bed too.

Binder. I already mentioned the arm sleeves. But you’ll have a tummy binder too. The one I was sent home in was difficult to put on. I had to have a friend come help Mr C put it back on me every time I took a shower because you have to have them so tight and well, your own arms are useless. At two weeks I switched to one I got on Amazon with three “belts” that velcro instead of one big piece. This means you can just stick one on there immediately to hold it around you. This allows you to line up your foam pads, move your drains, and make sure it’s centered. Then you can pick one of the other “belts” and strap it tight. Then pick another. Then another. Then keep doing them over and over in increments until you have it on tight enough. I bought this one from Amazon. I’ve got another being delivered this week that has more boning. We shall see if I like it better.

Lanyard or drain pouch. They sell pouches that hang around your neck to hold your drains in the shower. My doctor actually gave me a lanyard with their phone number on it so I could hook my drains to that in the shower. I also used it when I was sleeping in the recliner covered in pillows to attach my phone to. I had very limited reach and a lot of pillows all over me. Being able to retrieve my phone from around my neck was clutch for the first few days. And you gotta have something to hold your drains in the shower. Period.

Protein drinks. I drink Premier Protein but your body needs protein to heal. A LOT of protein. And you’re wearing a corset so you cant eat it all. Drink that shit.

This last thing — I hope you don’t need. 4 weeks in, I was doing great. I was undoing my drain dressings so I could hop in the shower and… I nicked a drain tube. It immediately lost suction. I freaked out. I called the doctor and they told me to go buy “medical foam tape” — it’s waterproof and stretchy. I sent Mr C out immediately to get some while I panicked about how I done fucked up. After a few attempts, though, I got it to hold suction again. So yeah, life saver. Be careful with those drains!

EDITED TO ADD: Toilet riser. I was in the best shape I’ve ever been in going into this surgery so strong legs were a key ingredient. Yeah squats! However, our house has “comfort height” toilets. If you have those regular short toilets, buy you a cheap toilet riser. It can be cheap — you don’t need it to last a year or two or three, just a few weeks. You’re only gonna have your legs to get you up off that toilet — don’t go down so low you can’t get back up!

Four Weeks PostOp

Today marks four weeks from my surgery (Tummy Tuck / Abdominoplasty with Placation and Arm Lift / Bracioplasty). I’m healing up really well! I still have the small opening in my tummy tuck scar, but it is healing up slowly and not infected or anything.

I still have my cursed drains. They have to be below 15cc each for three consecutive days to be removed. They’ve been hanging out around 60-75 all week. So yeah… I had hoped I could get them out Friday when I get back in town. Looks like I’ll still have them when I return to work! At least I’m working from home.

Oh, speaking of. Sunday, I got a text from my boss that he quit. He’s the only person I knew and the one who hired me. So that’s weird. No idea what this job is going to be like.

Anyway, post-op. I’m doing well. I can take care of myself completely now. I can even do my own bandages over the drains and stuff. Swelling has gone down tremendously. I can reach my feet! I’ve missed my feet. I can put on my own socks! I’m still really swollen in the stomach and arms, obviously, but my legs are returning to normal.

Another 11 hour journey in the car tomorrow. Last one was rough. I got nausea even with the anti nausea patch and had to resort to my surgery anti-nausea pill. We had to stop every two hours per doctors orders, but it was more like per my bladder.