Monday - Dr Keller
We went to Dr Keller's for my first post-op visit on Monday evening. Well, technically afternoon but it's dark so early now I lose track. He was very happy with what he saw. He said my new placement was about as level as one could hope for. He, too, said that my recovery is going remarkably quickly and he's very happy.
He gave me some warnings about making sure I keep up my nutrition (*eye roll*) and to make sure that I follow all the things that I've been/ will be told to do. And he was particularly pointed in telling me that I have to be very careful this winter. I must. not. fall. down. If there is any question that I can walk somewhere safely, don't do it. Any trauma to my head or face could be irreparable at this stage. That kinda scared me. So now I'm more careful around the house and Jamie is always holding me when we walk outside. Other than the dire warnings to be careful though, he was very positive about my prognosis.
Tuesday - The "Bad Day"
In the middle of the night Monday/Tuesday, I woke up convinced that I wasn't breathing. I mean convinced. I was fine as long as I was awake but as soon as I started to fall asleep, I knew I stopped breathing. Oh, great! That's one of the things this surgery was supposed to fix! I panicked. I paced, I shook, I woke up Jamie (so sorry, honey). He spent some time talking with me and be all logical and sh!t like that. It, of course, didn't work. I knew (front brain) that there was an extremely thin chance of me now being an apneic sleeper; but I also knew (back brain) that I wasn't breathing. He did eventually manage to talk me back to bed and, after changing the angle of the wedge pillow, a I dozed for the rest of the night. This, however, set the tone for Tuesday.
I woke up feeling very negative, painful, angry, resentful, snippy, etc., etc., etc. I sniped at Jamie. I sniped at the cat. I sniped at the blender. I sniped at myself. I made myself cry. It was, all around, a very negative situation.
At some point in all of this, I decided I should check my blood pressure since I'd been off my medication for it but had restarted my birth control. I was rather shocked by what I saw: 139/101. Holy crap! I went off immediately to take some meds and make sure that I redistributed them in to my daily pills. Well, this certainly may explain some of the issues. I'll monitor myself for the next couple of days and make sure that I get things back under control.
One good thing, I got to shower! Yay for hair that isn't so covered in antibiotic ointment that it sticks out at odd angles. Post-shower is when I usually take new photos. So, here ya go:
No huge changes to note. The swelling continues to go down and shape and definition are returning. And you can see from the profile pic that my glasses don't fit my face any more. The part of my face that they rest on has moved forward so much the templepieces are too short. I'm going to try to go in this weekend and see if they can do something about that. And I just bought two new pairs, too. *pout*
While I felt somewhat better that I had found a cause for my sudden malaise, I still spent the rest of the day being more than a bit of a bitch. I spent several hours on the couch watching Jeeves and Wooster, glaring with hatred at random air molecules. Both Jamie and Ariel gave up and essentially avoided me for the rest of the night. Very wise creatures are they.
And that brings us today. But I'm getting really tired and need to go get "dinner". So I'll do today tomorrow. Ah, a procrastinator's dream!
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