#lung_guppies

When I woke up from anesthesia my drain bulbs were pinned to the front of my medical binder but were under my shirt. So my addled brain thought, "Oh no! Boobs?? Did they not do the procedure?" And it took several seconds of gently poking at them that I realized they were not, in fact, part of my body.

My very supportive and sweet partner is a huge help with managing my meds and helping me with my drains. They don't do well with blood, though, so the first time we emptied my drains they almost passed out. That would have been extra bad because we were in a grocery store family restroom at the time and I don’t know what I would have done if he actually passed out. It's gotten better, especially as the drains contain less blood.

I understand the need for the post-op binder to be extremely tight. It's hard to take a full breath, though, because I've hit the really bad swelling phase. I feel like somebody is trying to pop me like a zit.

My dogs do not appear to be aware that anything is amiss with me. I'm kind of relieved--I didn't want them to become fascinated with my drains.

Dry shampoo and baby wipes are going to save my life by the end of this week.

I can't explain why but my skin feels noticeably more taut when I'm standing. Like, uncomfortably so. But I can move my shoulders and stretch with relative ease when sitting or reclining. I'm not sure why.