12.10
It's coming so soon. 8 days. One week from tomorrow.
I'm nervous, excited, anxious, but most of all... READY! I'm ready to get these ticking time bombs off of my chest.
I had my final consult with the plastic surgeon today. The next time I see her, she'll probably be in surgical gowns and I'll be loopy and headed to a blissful anesthesia-induced slumber.
It just makes it all so real. In the appointment, she took some measurements and notes. She explained the procedure and the process of the next few months. We talked about after-care and pain management. She gave some alarming figures that in her experience, the first procedure only works correctly about 3 out of 5 times, and often the biggest complications come from when people ignore the 1/2-lb lift restriction in place for the first two weeks. Note to self: Don't lift ANYTHING! (Wait, how much does my iPhone weigh?!?)
I have been fighting off some anemia with weekly appointments at the infusion center, so we are waiting on some blood work to make sure my counts are up and I'm at my best for surgery and recovery. I get the blues a lot easier when my iron is low, and I DON'T need any of that.
Kimberly will have the first 10 days or so home with me. Hey, want to help out? Set up a night to bring dinner over. I'm the cook in this house and if I'm out of commission, I have a feeling we're going to be eating a whole lot of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Also, come party it up with us on 12/6!!! Ask one of us for the details.
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