Dont worry! I will be back to drawing soon. I have a ton of ideas and wips to work on. I think once i Get these drains out next week I should mostly be ok for activities. Right now I am very limitied by the drains, they hurt, and im afraid of them being pulled on.
Anyway, I thought I would share some of my Top Surgery experience so far:
I remember the morning of surgery very well. We had to be at the clinic at 7am. Surgery scheduled for 8am. There was a traffic jam on the way and i panicked about being late, but we were on time. In fact, the clinic was late. The anesthesiologist rolled up to the clinic with coffee 5 minutes late. (He was a cool guy and it was early, I don’t blame him).
I had more forms to fill out and them was sent to a bathroom to pee for a urine sample. (Despite being fixed they still needed to make sure I wasn’t pregnant before surgery).
I was given some pills and put in a gown and soft socks. They put that…i dont know what its called…thing in my arm. Its basically a spot where they can hook you up to other tubes and stuff. The doctor drew on my chest and made some final adjustments.
I said goodbye to my partner and went to the operating room. It was very small (my only idea of what they looked like was from ER shows). The table looked like a crusifiction cross and it made me laugh.
As I laid down I told the anesthesiologist I was a nervous talker. He said “your about to get way more talkitive.” And I remember nothing after that.
I woke up in the recovery room, very groggy but in no pain. My parter said I woke up in recovery a few times to ask if they accidently gave me implants. Also I kept feeling the protective foam on the binder they put me in and accusing them of “not taking anything out.” I was very loopy on pain meds.
I do not remember how I left the building. It was on the second floor. Somehow I ended up in my partners car.
“I don’t feel anything! I dont need pain meds!” I exclaimed several times while high on pain meds.
I do remember somehow ending up at the starbucks drive through. At this point it was around 130pm. I was excited to have food. I ordered a Salted Carmel frapp and was over ecstatic to drink it.
I do not remember drinking it.
I do not remember the ride home, but I vaguly remember going to bed immediatly. Everything made me exhausted. I thankfully bought a travel neck pillow. This pillow has helped me keep my sanity whil being forced to sleep on my back. I highly recommend getting one. It makes back sleeping 1000% easier.
My mobility was very limitied the first day. My partner had picked up my meds while i was in surgery and had everything ready for me. He has been crucial to my recovery over this week. He helps me remember meds, reach things I cannot, and empties my drains.
As the days went on I gained more and more mobility and could take longer walks. I am not allowed to remove the tight binder or padding. So I have no idea what my chest looks like. I will be able to tell on the 28th when My drains are removed.
The drains are the worst part. Draining them makes me nauseous and the one on my right side is sitting on a nerve. It creates severe pain sometimes. Taking painmeds before draining has helped, but I fear drug addiction. It runs in my family so I am having my partner monitor my pain med use.
Anyway that is where I am at right now with recovery. I will make a new post when I have the drains out. Top surgery has been difficult but extreemly worth it. To know I will no longer have this burden is freeing. To finally be flat. I cannot explain how happy I am.
“I am a SELECTIVE blog. Why? Because I’m not here to cater to your butthurt needs. I work hard on fleshing out my muse and being on Tumblr for 6+ years I know about toxic people. Ones who hound or bother. And others who just are bland and I won’t have muse to keep that thread going. I am not sorry for being this way because if you REALLY want to roleplay with me then you would IM me OOC. If you’re here to ship, OOC. But I’m careful who I write with and want nothing but sunshine on my feed and dashboard.“
Ok with the knowledge that jack in the boxes (,, Jack in A boxes? I already forgot which is the toy and which is the store) have been around a lot longer than I first thought , and the knowledge that no one’s really gonna care if I make another clown - I decided to go to town and find a way to make my redone Cuphead self insert work
I’m proud of how she looks? It’s 5:00 in the morning, and I am Tired, so I didn’t put too much effor into making the art itself look spectacular - but hey I like how she looks :0 maybe I’ll actually draw more than one picture w a self insert I made now
Her WIP name and boss-stage name is “Jumping Jill in ‘A Box Of Tricks’” , but again I’m tired so tht may change when I wake up more ?
unhappy with my homophobic, misogynistic religious family. I’m an
18yo bisexual bipolar non-believer (ex-muslim) woman. My family is extremely
abusive and switch between totally ignoring me or being the meanest,
crulest parents they could ever be : telling me to die, that I’m
not a good daughter, a slut, that if I wear this or this I would get
raped and that would be my fault, forcing me into Roqya (thinking
there’s a demon inside of me) where I would literally get BRUTALIZED
(my hair got pulled, I got beaten up..). Living in a religious family
when you’re bisexual, bipolar and atheist means being the saddest you
could ever be. I’m always anxious, scared of being caught (my dad
once installed a spy software to literally watch what I’m doing, he
saw I watched porn and beat me up) or that my parents would fight. As
a child, I had to see my parents fighting over money (my dad is a
gambling addict) literally twice a week. This obviously worsened my
anxiety and probably is why I’m bipolar today. My mom would beat my
father and my father would do the same. If my parents ever find my
tumblr or my twitter, I would get disowned and thrown out of my
house. Also when I was 7 I was severely sexually assaulted (I don’t wanna get in details) by one of my family member and my mom knows it and did nothing about it. Just to make you realize and shitty this woman is.
In order to be
happy, I NEED to leave this household. This isn’t about me wanting to
get independant, it’s a matter of life or death : if I don’t
leave this family, I WILL either shoot myself or get thrown out, and
my bipolar disorder would get worse.
To sum this up, my
mom is a manipulative w**** and my dad is a gambling addict. They’re
religious and I’m not. They’re homophobic and I’m bisexual. They
think I have a demon inside of me when I actually need therapy. I’m
scared that I will kill myself during a depressed phase, so i need to
leave this family. I never ask for help, but please, please, help me.
Even one euro would help. Please help. Thank you.. If you can’t help,
I need about 1000€
for one year of rent (minus the housing assistance I could get).
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