I have been very anxious about my upcoming surgery. I have been mostly nervous worrying about all the things that could go wrong: I have to stop doing that to myself-it can’t be good for my health.
I met with my plastic surgeon last week and I am really glad I did. I needed to hear from her again what was going to take place during the surgery and what to expect after. I needed to hear the confidence in her voice when she told me she has all the reasons to believe that my surgery will go well and that I will be more than happy with the results. Knowing she cannot really ‘guarantee’ this outcome, I still left her office with a huge sense of relief. And dare I say excitement.
With roughly a week until my surgery and my anxiety sort of under control, I have been getting into preparation mode. While my recovery is expected to be easier than the first surgery, I am still going to be down for a period of time. It really hit me that I will have at least two weeks of doing a whole lot of nothing. I can hopefully get back to work by the following Monday but I am also on full restriction- No exercise and no lifting of anything weighing more than a gallon of milk. I remember back to my first surgery and how some of the daily activities were so difficult or just were impossible after surgery. Cooking, laundry, picking up around the house- all of this will become a challenge again or just not get done. Obviously, there will be no biking of any kind for at least a month. I will just have to find something else to do with my time…..
Besides a few pre- surgical doctor appointments, I have been going about my business- it has been a pretty regular routine for me. I have been working a ton and trying to get in as much riding as possible. It has been so incredibly rainy this season, so getting out in the woods has been spotty at best. I cannot remember a time when the woods were so saturated. I have managed though and even have hit the road a bit which can be a great time with the right people.
|Taking a break after a brutal climb.|
|What was to be a mellow 30-40 mile ride turned into a near 60 miles with many hills and each hill seemed to be harder than the next.|
While the weather looks near perfect for the week ahead, fall has arrived. I decided this was the right time to swap out my summer wardrobe. As I pulled out the first bin under the bed, I opened it up and there it was- my bra collection! It might as well have jumped out and grabbed me like the boogie man. Why have I put all my bras away? Simply, they do not fit over my tissue expanders and frankly they are uncomfortable and unnecessary. These rocks do not move, even when I mountain bike! The not so simple explanation is I got sick of opening my top draw and seeing them. It was a memory that I was not ready to look at yet. Some things still sting. So while I may be getting my new ‘boobs’ in a week, they are not my old ones. Those were pretty fabulous if I can say so myself.
Bras will return in my future but chances are I will be shopping for some new ones.