After surviving the first night I would have expected to be a bit more positive about the situation and my decision to have a tummy tuck. I wasn't. I was still filled with regret through Saturday and even the early part of Sunday. I knew deep down that if my headache would ever go away, I would have a different outlook about everything. My back hurt immensely and the recliner was not helping. Saturday night I decided to sleep in my bed instead of the recliner. To my surprise, I was quite comfortable and found it easier to get in and out of the bed than I had anticipated. A good night sleep was just what I needed. By Sunday afternoon, I was more rested, more alert, and better fed than I had been in three days, and I finally made the turn. My headache was finally subsiding.
I only napped a few times on Sunday, went to bed at a normal time, slept a solid 6 hours with only a few trips to the bathroom (bowels finally waking up!), and woke with a ferocious appetite. I stayed in bed as long as reasonably tolerable and then got up for breakfast. After a light breakfast, a coma-nap for a couple hours and I've been awake, alert, and relatively happy all day. It's my first full good day.
As time goes on, I have transitioned from hating myself for doing this to accepting that this was the right decision, to now feeling excited for my first post-op appointment tomorrow. I have yet to see my abdomen uncovered. The nurse who stuck with me throughout my 1/2 day in the hospital told me how flat and pretty my tummy was as I was leaving. She called today to check on me and told me the same thing again. I hope this is not her rehearsed nice-nurse talking, but an honest observation. I can stand to see something flat and pretty on me for a change. I don't want to get my hopes up for tomorrow's appointment, but at this point, it's too hard not to.
Next up...Drugs, Poop, and Food.
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