So today I had revision surgery to fix the badly healed incision scars caused by the dehisence on my reconstructed breast and on my tram flap.
To say I was anxious is an understatement but I managed it all so well and alone this time. I got PTSD after my original August hospital stay so this surgery was triggering. But I managed it. I'm propped up in bed feeling so proud of myself. I am firmly believing I can leave the PTSD behind after I am discharged. To top it off I can go home tomorrow, the day after the surgery. My surgeon does his rounds before his daily surgery schedule starts. In August I saw him anytime from 4.30am to 7.30am. I wonder what time he will arrive tomorrow?
I am going to stay horizontal as much as I can once home to allow the abdo wound to heal. It's mid center, the absolute core of me so any time I get out of bed or up off things it's stretched. I've got this. Oh, it's school holidays too and as I am a teacher I can totally do nothing.
Feeling positive
