Day 8 post 3rd surgery people. That means 8 days of living with is uncomfy drain in my side. It’s cumbersome, painful to the touch and you can’t accessorize with it, let alone disguise it. Last night was one of my first public forays with it and I donned what I thought was a completely acceptable ensemble which was drapey and loose yet comfy and chic.
“Is that what you wore to your meeting,” asked M when I returned home.
“Yes!” I replied immensely proud of the creativity the outfit involved. Tank top with molded cups, long striped tunic tank that covered the drain, boyfriend jeans that were loose enough to fit out despite hm bloated from surgery belly, long cardi to cover the drain bulb and vans.
“You look pregnant.”
Uh oh. May-jah fashion faux pas. Just when I thought I had successfully navigated post surgery attire. Damn. Damn. I was not going for the maternity look.
So it was with much excitement and nervous anticipation that I headed into Dr K’s office today with hopes of getting the drain removed. The required output needs to be less than 30 cc in a 24-hour period. I was borderline ready. But I was also nervous about a swollen part of my upper stomach on my left side which has become inflamed and red and painful. So while I was hopeful, I was also realistic. Dr K agreed that the swollen part is a concern but also offered that it’s also not a big concern. As long as there is no redness or inflammation around the breast or where the expander is, it’s a good thing. So while – yep you guessed it – I am not getting the drain remove today – sigh – I am getting (wait for it) a new prescription for a new type and new round of antibiotics.
For those of you keeping track at home, that’s
– Keflex: gives me a rash
– Clyndomician – doesn’t do its job
Back to the big guns – Septra – and hopefully the inflammation should clear up in a few days.
As for me and my drain? I’m scratching my head to come up with a suitable ensemble that will “go” with my lovely appendage. Wish me luck.