I had a HORRIBLE night!

I went to bed early last night hoping I would wake up this morning feeling better.  Unfortunatley things only got worse.  In the middle of the night I could tell that I indeed had a fever, but didn't want to get out of bed to look for the thermometer.   I laid there in bed, burning up, and feeling like someone was sitting on my chest.  I finally did get to take my temperature and it stayed between 102 and 103.  In an attempt to get my temp down I alternated between Percocet and 800 mg Motrin all night long, and it never went down much.  I actually prayed over and over, just asking God to please get me through the  night.  I knew something wasn't right.  Josh will be here shortly and we are going to meet my general surgeon at the ER.  I am really hoping everything is ok.

I feel like something isn't right

I haven't been feeling well at all.  I am still having a lot of pain in my right breast.  I have been being so good and I have stayed in bed most of the day.  The drain had really slowed down and the color of it was light.  It was looking like I would be able to call and get my drains taken out.  Unfortunately the last few days the drainage has been back to the amounts close to what they were right after the surgery.


This afternoon when I woke up from my nap, I felt like I had been hit my a Mack truck.  I was having really bad stabbing pain in my breast and I definitely felt feverish.  I laid on the couch and watched TV with Josh and it got worse.  I have decided to head to bed early and I am hoping that I will feel better tomorrow.

Day 9 Post Op.....

 I really need to start taking it more easy around here.  I keep forgetting that I am only eight days post op from a very big surgery.  When the waves of pain come it is definitely a reminder.  Laying here tonight after making sure I took it easy all day, I want it to be done.  The pain is exhausting and makes me want to call my surgeon tomorrow and beg him to remove my implants NOW!  I'm being as strong as I can be, but it is wearing me down.  Please Lord bring me comfort and strength that I so desperately need right now.

Day 8 Post Op.....

I have been grounded to my chair, couch or bed today.  Yesterday I made the mistake of shopping with Josh at the Army Exchange while we were down there for my appointment.  We had gone early for my appointment with my plastic surgeon, so we could get a few Christmas presents for the kids.  It just ended up being too much time "vertical".  I was hurting pretty bad in the evening, and it got really bad in the middle of the night.

Day 7 Post Op.....

9:09 am    Josh and I are driving to Madigan Army Hospital this morning for my post op appointment with Dr P.  I have A LOT of questions about why my breasts look the way they do.  They are just scary looking!  Anyways, getting out of the house and spending time with my honey will be awesome.  I've got cabin fever!




11:26 am   The appointment went very well.  When he walked in I said "You've got some explainin' to do!!"  Basically he said the same thing has Dr. M had said.  They had not realized how big my boobs were!  They had both done pre op exams, but they had underestimated the amount of skin that was there.  He told us to plan on at least 2-3 more surgeries, which I was already prepared for.  He said to plan on the next surgery being somewhere around Dec ember, but assured me we will work around the ship's schedule so that Josh will be here.  The other good thing is that the next surgeries will be painful, but the pain should be MUCH less!! YAY!!!

Day 6 Post Op.......

Today I received a card from Nan.  It says....


          "Recovery is a process.
             It takes patience,
            it takes everything you've got.....
           And you've got a lot
               a kind heart,
             an amazing spirit
               and people who really care about you"


The words on the card really touched me.  I thank each and every person that continues to pray for me.

Day 5 Post Op.......

10:00 am    After being so careful about staying reclined and not doing anything that might  aggravate the pain, I had another horrible experience like I did in the hospital.    I think it was about 4:00 pm and I told Josh I wanted to go upstairs so that I could relax and maybe take a nap.  I climbed into bed and was catching up on facebook.  I was very comfortable and was enjoying how wonderful it felt to be in my awesome bed, surrounded by comfy pillows, and I felt like I was going to drift off to sleep.


                    Then it started, first slowly, the pain in my right breast. I knew it wasn't going to be good because it felt just like it did that night in the hospital.  So I text Josh and asked if he would please bring an ice pack up to me, hoping that the ice would help the pain to stop escalating.  By the ime he was at my bedside the pain was unbearable.  I laid there hoping it would subside, but instead it just continued to get worse and worse.  After about 15 minutes, I told him I needed to go into the ER.  He rushed me in and fortunatly once we got there they were able to get me back to a bed and get an IV in me fast.  They gave me pain meds as soon as the doctor was able to talk to me about what was going on.


                    They sent me down for a chest xray because I had been running a low grade fever the night before.  Other than  that, they just went over all my symptoms,  gave me a little more pain medication in my IV and then sent me home and told me to follow up with my doc.  I really hope that I never feel that pain again.  On top of the fact that the pain is horrible, it's also very embarrassing to be breathing and moaning like I am in labor.


11:26 pm    I feel so blessed to have such an amazing family and awesome friends surrounding me.  The pain is still pretty bad.  I am spending my days reclined.  If I sit up or stand up for more than about five minutes,  that is when the searing pain starts.  Sometimes if I get back into my reclined position it goes away pretty quickly.  Other times I have to put an ice pack on various spots to get the pain to subside.  The pain has still not been under a 5 or 6 with some spikes that get up to 7 or 8.  This pain is exhausting.  I say a prayer every night that God will give me comfort and strength.