Gym

YEP, I went to the gym today!  BUT I didn't do a thing.  I watched my husband and a friend complete a WOD to turn in for regional's for Cross Fit.  My husband was laughing and shaking his head at me walking across the gym.  When I sat down he says, "Your WOD, walking across the gym!".  Yep, I admit it, I'm slow.  That is one thing I have noticed that is driving me nuts, I HAVE TO WALK SLOW.  I normally lap people, walk fast, walk fast, walk fast!  Oh well.  I'll get there.

I didn't sleep for shit last night.  I think it's my hormones and supplements out of whack.  I cannot wait to see the Naturopath again next week with the hopes that he has some answers from all of my blood and urine work.

OK, enough procrastinating.  I have a paper

3 weeks post-op

So, today is 3 weeks post-op!  In looking back over the last few days I have done quite a bit all by myself.  I have driven the truck, I have made dinner (omelets and asparagus), I can remove my own girdle (big deal as it was gagging me out originally), I have done just some regular Mom things too. 



I don't have an appt. to see the PS today, I'm going next week for my 1 month!  Can't wait.  I think the girdle I'm wearing is getting to be a little on the big side, which means my swelling is going down.  Can't wait to get a different girdle.  These things are high on the super-duper sexy list LET ME TELL YA!



Jason has a Cross Fit endurance certification this weekend so we will be spending it in a hotel.  Should be interesting as hotel life after our past summer isn't something I consider fun.  Girls are stoked to swim, I however can't swim and pretty sure I cannot even submerge myself so likely no hot tub (going to have to research that one again).  So, I'm thinking a movie. 



Well, off to load the girls up.  Think we will hit the library and who knows what else, options are limited here at Fort Lost in the Woods.



Oh!  And!  Jason is submitting his packet!  Can you say bring on civilian life?  I know I can!

Pictures to follow.  I'll take them this evening with some handy-dandy husband help so I get good angles and so you can see how much better it looks.  My baby C said it looks just like I'm bruised now, so I am pretty sure the scabs are mostly gone.

What did you do today???

I went to Panera and found out my appetite is still diminished but damn their tea tastes good.

 

Now I'm at the library and yes I'm driving!!!

Poor baby C is having tummy troubles. I let the girls have a 'treat' at Panera  get a bagel even though I knew better. C has been getting progressively more sensitive to gluten and this bagel laid her out. She was walking around like I did for 2 weeks post tummy tuck. I feel terrible for agreeing she could eat it. We came home and she is napping. That's the end of gluten for her poor belly.

While she naps I'm picking up some and cleaning a few things. I just made a green juice and am now watching Bizzare Foods.

100% Honesty

So, I started blogging about my TT so that others considering what I had considered for 5 years would have somewhere to go for TRUE no bull shit information on everything that goes on from start to finish of the entire TT process.  So, in the effort of being blatantly honest here is something I did not expect...I am finally able to completely shower myself.  Jason has showered me, I have used a 5 gallon bucket and hose tub bath.   I use Ivory soap and wash cloths or just my hand to clean myself.  So, here goes...last night as I am showering myself BY MYSELF for the first time I reached around to wash my back side and I feel something that feels like sticky, wet, balled up toilet paper from just above my anus to the top of my arse crack...and yes this girl sports an ass.  I am a lifter and a CrossFitter.  SO, you can imagine my shock, disgust, and concern when I felt this strange substance.  I immediately look at it and it looks like dead skin.  I then yell at my husband to come quick, he look, inspects it and agrees it's just dead skin that has collected there.  I come to realize that last night was the first time I was able to relax my ass enough and reach around enough to find these glorious pills of dead skin in my ass. 

Yep, there you have it another glorious side effect of a TT. 

As promised...Pictures post steri strips

SO I AM NOT KIDDING BRACE YOURSELF OK....maybe that sounds Dramatic...however I find these pictures to be gore-y.  I'm lying down kind of crunched up so I can remove the strips at the time the pictures were taken.  I was itching so bad from the steri-strips that were still in place I just couldn't take it anymore.  I did them one by one and it was a process let me tell you.  A gut wrenching, going to vomit, gagged a little each time process. 

I am still quite swollen but happy.  Jason marvels at me more and more each day...and to be clear I am specifically meaning at night when I am in the shower at my most bloated.  He just keeps saying...I know you can't see the forest for the tree's but I CAN!  Have faith my love.  And if you don't love the way you look after the 6 months required to not have swelling we will fix it. 

He is just too wonderful for words.  So, anyway...brace yourself and look if you dare.

Right Hip

Mid-Center abdomen

 

Full-frontal almost all strips off at this point

 

Also, since I have been slacking, yesterday...Sunday this is what I did: :-)

 

 

Not as enticing as sex, drugs, and rock and roll however that was my day. I managed to sleep until 11am and woke feeling amazing...so I had sex...with my beloved of 18 years...not just a random person (just to clarify :)) and then we went to brunch in Rolla and to the library for research books.  Needless to say I spent the rest of the day in the recliner.   If you're in the area and looking for a brunch place go check it out.  I was pleased with my omelet. 
Benton Square



Can you say too much????

I couldn't take it anymore today and I asked Jason to leave the truck so I could get out of the house.  I went up to Rolla, MO with the girls.  I figure the sitting and driving doesn't bother me, so I would just take it easy and hit a few stores that didn't/wouldn't require a ton of walking.  Went first to  Nature Girls Health Food Store as I needed some arrowroot powder to use in place of corn starch and Jason needed a new bar of soap since we have gone all "Granola Crunchy" and don't use products full of chemicals that aren't meant to be in or on our body.  It was a cute little store full of lots of goodies, and the owner/manager (didn't catch exactly her name or who she was, just assuming) gave my girls each a pear that 'tastes like candy'.  They loved it. 

I was feeling a little tired but really, REALLY wanted to go to Panera for lunch.  In my head I saw it as going in, ordering food, sitting down, enjoying a dinner.  What really happened...walked in to find that the line went to the door, in good faith I held on thinking it would be fast.  I dressed much warmer today than normal (hence the snow and ice outside) and quickly realized I was going to pay for that.  My long sleeves, jacket and winter coat about did me in, and while I'm waiting I am being quizzed by my girls 'can I have....' blah 'can I get a treat?'....blah...I'm sweating, my abs are hurting, I am losing my patience just wishing I had someone to lean on.  There didn't seem to be a person in line in front of me who had ever eaten at Panera before.  I had to beg the girls in a stern, don't mess with me way...let me be, I'll order the food YOU NOW HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF ME!  Do you see the sweat on my face?  It's not there 'cause I'm feeling good. 

Ordered the food only to have to guy taking my order not be able to hear me because the worker next to him was having a coughing fit.  YEAH...just what I want to see happen right in front of where my food is made.  Many people stepped back.  Oh, and I forgot to mention the elderly couple behind me, behind me so close I could smell their fabric softener, I could hear their every word "oooh that cheese babka looks good Bob".  I wanted to scream and die but I was committed at this point and not about to try to climb the mountain of getting the girls out without a scene etc...

Finally, got our food and sat down.  T was a huge help once she knew I was about to lose my mind in pain.  I took some Motrin and peeled off some layers of clothes.  I was a little over cautious I noticed about people getting close to me, moving too fast, and just being to close in general.  Thinking HOW do I protect my mid-section?  OMG all these people and un-ruly, on spring break kids are getting to close.  I wanted my 6'6" husband and natural protective barrier.  People just don't get close to him.

We ate, we relaxed and I felt better.  So I decided to go seek out the Naturopath in the area I had been asking about.  After a few missed attempts I ended up just where I needed to be, Kessinger Diagnostic Center.  I have been needing to have my hormones checked since this summer and asked my regular physician to do it for me.  They declined as I have a blood clotting disorder and said it didn't matter what my panel said no one would treat me.  SO, guess what?  I did a boat load of research, read a ton of books and found out that's just OLD SCHOOL.  Away from the Allopath for this and head to a Naturopath.  Considering my family history of hormonal imbalance, and how I felt this summer, coupled with some new things rearing their heads (crying, crying, crying and now sugar cravings with a few other random things) it's time to get tested.  It's an awesome location, great staff, and I'm ready to go back and get tested. 
Kessinger Diagnostic Center

Newest favorite book I'm reading and cannot put down?  "If Naturopaths are "Quacks"...Then I Must Be a Duck" by Shauna K. Young Link to book here.  Changed my life in just 2 days. 

And, that's that.  I am home.  I am exhausted and I have a boat load of homework.  Hope you are all well.  I will post my pictures from the day I removed the steri-strips soon.

Prone to tears

I am an emotional jack-in-the-box, I'm an unpredictable mess. You cannot begin to guess what emotion is going to come spilling out of me at any given moment.

One thing I don't know is if this is related to the surgery specifically or what is going on with me. It's been a few days of this and there's no predicting when it will happen. Jason has seen me cry so many times today and there's no predicting it , he can be being nice or there was a moment of arguing and I was sobbing.
I am stressed because my class is 2 weeks from over and I have a 10 page paper due and a handful of essays but really there is nothing else wrong. Maybe I should research this some more.

I guess it could also be that I'm still recovering as everyone is quick to remind me. I guess, no I know that I think I should be doing more, going more, not wearing out so quickly...but fact of the matter is I'm still in recovery.

Maybe ill just relax. Maybe just maybe I need to be a little less hard on myself.