uneventful Day turns Eventful

Today was pretty uneventful. I had another drain out so just Lewey left in my bum now. The surgeon was good enough to put the drain through my side hip so it's not too bad sitting and lying. They wanted to kick me out but I still don't feel confident just yet. 1 more day will make the difference putting me in hospital for 7 days, which is still quicker than the 8 days originally told me. So I'll go home Friday morning. The nurses were saying that the surgeons prefer for you to be home with your own bugs rather than introduce more from hospital.

Although it's 4:30 and I feel like I desperately need to feed a baby. Quick get me one oh but hang on I need a nipple....

Since after the drain was removed I seem to have doubled in size!!!! Gosh I knew he was going to give me a decent size but this is ridiculous. Dolly Parton eat your heart out!!! The young nurses were ok with it but it just so happens that a surgeon partner of Damien's is in the building. So he's going to have a look. I don't think there will be much sleep tonight.

At least my arm came out of the sling so I can move my arms and put them in a loose sleeved shirt.

I had a visit from Carolyn bearing a Marie Claire and some beautiful flowers that I must find out the name of them.

By 6:30 pm the Surgeon had been called, the unit manager nurse was involved and The surgeons partner was back to look again. He said he wasn't that concerned as all the signs were good for the health of the donated flap, but how big could it swell to was the question.....I had images of it getting so big before popping like a big pimple. Luckily I had the 'shoe porn' (shoe fashion magazine) from Carolyn to keep my mind busy.

The surgeon arrived and by 7pm I was in theatre. I moved across to the operating table, the usual crew were sorting instruments, the anaesthetist was looking for veins, the assistant anaesthetist was giving me oxygen, the assistant surgeon was positioning me on the table and pulling my arms out of the gown. It was fast work. I had a banana at 3pm and while I was being assessed by The staff, sat there inhaling through my nose, my lovely smoked salmon on potato mash on steamed veges and creme caramel dessert, which I was told I could not eat while we waited for the verdict. As it was, I was lucky that the anesthetist was an old pro from the Alfred who had heaps of experience in emergency anesthesia - like someone eats a banana a couple of hours before surgery.

In theatre, while everyone was working furiously, Damien stood in position and held my hand to calm me down, which was very sweet. It was quite a bit scary wondering what they would find, what was wrong etc. if the donor flap fails, I won't have any other option but implants, which I don't want as I want my own tissue to grow and change with my body and to not have to have any more surgeries/replacements in the future.

At 7:40 pm I awoke on the operating table and they swung me across to my bed via a board under me. I felt fine, the relief of the reduced boob was instantaneous, the pain and discomfort gone. I had a drain back in that I could now see. My surgeon phoned John to tell him what happened but he doesn't know why. Out of all the operations he's done as a surgeon, he has never seen this before and doesn't know the cause. Because of his perfect record with his results, he is not impressed - yep I'm the trouble maker!

I was up and going to the toilet 1 hour afterwards, but tied to the bed again with the leg pumps and a drip in my hand and my 2 drains.

The reason for the return to surgery was not a 'bad' reason. At least the donor tissue and site was alive and well....although there will be some anxiety when removing the drain next time.

What an eventful day!!!