Baggy Jammies and Happy Pills

August 2, 2009

The surgeon has prepared me that that despite having  several pounds of fat has removed from my stomach and back on Wednesday and some fat deposits removed from my legs by liposuction I’m going to come home bloated and weighing more temporarily. How thrilled was I to learn that? Anyway, he cautioned me to bring baggy clothes to wear home from the hospital and so today D and I had a big shopping adventure in the men’s department at Target to pick up some big boy pajama bottoms and oversized teeshirts. I might be in pain for a few days but at least I’ll looking quite fashionable in my 9.99 summer close out sale men’s cotton pajamas. And no. Just in case you were wondering, there will be no photos provided. Just use your imagination…if you dare!

I also picked up all my medications…xanax for pre-surgery anxiety, Dilaudid for pain and antibiotics to fight infection after surgery, and one 55.00 pill to offset the nausea that can result from general anesthesia and to avoid nausea and vomiting they could tag another 55.00 on that little gem of a capsule and I’d pay it. I’m overly-cautious with any drugs with an addictive component and I hate the loopy headiness that you can get with some pain medications so while I intend to use them only as needed I won’t hesitate to use them….as much for D as for me. Anita in pain. Not so pretty.

So I’m still excited about all this and looking forward to taking this step I thought would never come but at the same time the reality of what I’ve signed up for is becoming more and more real with every passing day and am just looking forward at this point to having the surgery over with and getting on to the healing. But then again, there are a lot of things in life that are filled with uncertainties and where pain of one sort or another seem inevitable and all you can do is just keep moving forward and take it as it comes. There’s no point in getting all freaked out and upset about the potential pain since worrying about it only causes it to effective me negatively before it’s even happened. How many times have I suffered needlessly and wasted emotional energy worrying about things that never ended up happening or weren’t as bad as I imagined they would be when they finally came to be? More things than I can count. So I tell myself relax, trust, and it will come when it comes.

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