I had my first post-surgical doctor’s appointment with my plastic surgeon this afternoon. I was counting down the minutes until I could get over there and have Dr. D release me from the three drains that have been hanging off me since I left the hospital. They weren’t painful, just uncomfortable. The pain, I can deal with. The plastic grenades with the tubing leading from me had to go. Now that they’ve been removed, I feel 100 times better. I’ll feel even better still tomorrow afternoon when I can take my first shower. ‘Nuff said.
The pain is nothing like I expected it to be. I’d describe it more as a warm, burning sensation. When the nerves start to tingle, I know that it’s time for another pain pill.