Losing a Drain

Yesterday was my appointment with the surgeon that did the mastectomy.  I actually told him that I've been calling him the "demo doctor."  He thought it was pretty funny.  I don't have to see him again for 6 months.  People poured into the room while I was there, too.  He was joined by his nurse practitioner, another nurse, a lady who remembered me from my biopsy and wanted to come say "hi" etc etc.  It was crowded in there, but I'm important like that.

My plastic surgeon's nurse had told me that, if I came upon someone who would/could remove drain one any time after Monday, I could ask.  Otherwise, I could go have her do it.  She's all the way over in Leawood, KS, so I asked yesterday.  They pulled it!  It was the one not causing any issues, but it's still kinda nice to only have to deal with one.

I slept in my bed last night, and it was very comfortable, but I paid for it this morning.  I guess I am destined to sleep in the recliner for a while longer.  Oh well.  I'm having a teary kind of day, so I ran to Lexington with Mom and Dad to see how much money I could blow at Dollar General.  $47, if you wondered.  Kevin's Monster drinks are cheaper there, so a lot of that was for those.

It was an early-out for the girls, so Natalie is here to keep me company now, and Monica will be home from softball practice when it's time for Natalie to go to track practice, so I should have someone with me the rest of the afternoon.  Uncle Phil and Aunt Faye are stopping by this afternoon, too, so I will have company all afternoon for sure!

The Satan Drain

I had a rough day.  I was very tired (probably did too much yesterday) although I slept fine last night.  I felt weepy and was  just generally a bit "off."  I also realized I hadn't used my ice pack in 48 hours or so, so I filled it up, put my phone on silent, and went to lie down for "just a bit."

I woke up 3 hours later.  I felt a little bit better, and could tell the swelling was down, but the mood was kinda crappy.  After all, while drain one could be removed any time, drain two hates my guts and has been putting out over 80cc per day.  It has to be under 30 to be removed, and I have an appointment to evaluate this on Friday.  That will put a person in a crappy mood.

As I sat here in full-on whine mode, the UPS guy came by.  Cookies by Design?  Yes please!  It was a very sweet gesture by my employers.  That cheered me up a bit, and then mom and dad brought over the most amazing dinner ever.  There was meatloaf, scalloped potatoes, crock pot macaroni and cheese, and bread pudding.  Yowza.  There is even enough for leftovers tomorrow.  I was able to quit being teary-eyed for a bit.  (food always does that to me.  LOL)

And then, it was time to drain.  I was nearly in tears on the way in.  It's nothing for drain 2 to be 20, 30, 40 or even 50cc.  What was it this time?  2.  TWO!!!  I haven't even seen a 10 from that evil drain yet, and it's a TWO?

Dear Lord, don't let this be a fluke.  I checked, and there were no kinks or twists or problems with the drain tubes.  I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but if this trend continues, I could get rid of BOTH drains on Friday afternoon.  I'm REALLY  trying not to get my hopes up.  With good reason.  Does THIS make sense to you:

I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, and I'll just roll with whatever it is.  It sure would be nice to get rid of these dang things, so I could go out into public without feeling gross.  Driving would be cool, too.

Baby steps.