It’s been a week and a few days since surgery. I am finally able to type longer than two lines. I’ve been trying to continue the Shit That Happened story but I’m either too much in pain or too knocked out from the pain killers to stay focused. Yesterday I had my third post-surgery appointment this week, they took out three drains! But I still have two and they still don’t let me sleep comfortably.
Next week’s appointment is the good one, that’s when they take out (hopefully) the last two drains. Maybe it’ll be only one that they take out but if they do one, that’s progress. Right now, the wires wrapped around the tubes keep stabbing at my sides making me want to constantly scratch but of course it’s not possible. For someone who’s never had surgery, all this is new and a pain in the butt.
I’m able to raise my left arm higher now, a bit faster. My right arm still hurts, the underarm especially. The pain is changing as the days go by and little by little I have more sensation in the skin around my breast, although it’s a strange kind of sensation, tingly, nervous.
I’m thinking, hoping, that next week will be a better writing time.