Goodbye Girls

Goodbye Girls

Hello peeps!  I’m back!  Back in my own little house after my breast reduction surgery two weeks ago.  My Mum took very good care of me and now she is staying with me for a few days just to help me get settled and sorted (ie do some of the “heavier”  housework for me because I still have to be careful, physically).  So, how was the surgery?  Honestly, I can say it was pretty non-eventful.  I went in one afternoon at noon, had the surgery at about 4:30 and was discharged the next morning at 9am.  No stress, no drama, not much pain and I’m now kicking myself that I didn’t do this a decade ago.

Seriously, I thought I would be in A LOT more pain.  I had steeled myself for excruciating agony but it was more like mild discomfort and a bit of stinging.  I didn’t even take the prescribed pain meds.  I just took regular paracetamol every few hours for the first week and then kept forgetting to even take that.  Now, I am told, I do have a very high pain threshold anyway but, honestly, it was no big deal.  Yes, it hurt, but not in some agonising, making-you-want-to-cry kind of way.  Actually, the second week was worse as I think all the nerve endings starting doing their thing and so it was tingly and raw, like being sunburned.  Also, I got a nice dose of PMS, so that always makes me swell up etc. This is way too much information for you…

There was no bleeding or oozing or horrible bruising.  After a few days I did come out in a rather fetching yellow discolouration (y’know how bruises go that weird yellowy colour?) but that was nothing exciting.  I slept well, after the first night or two when it was a bit difficult to get a good sleeping position, and really had no ill-effects at all.  Tiredness, I guess – but I suppose healing takes it out of you physically, plus getting over having an anaesthetic etc.

I have to wear a surgical bra for weeks.  All day, every day.  I have dressings that need changing every now and then but a nurse does that for me and Mum and I just add extra bits if needed (sometimes the edges curl up and you need to stick ’em back down with something!).  I’m glad Mum didn’t have to do anything too awful – she’s not good with blood and guts.  The only thing she really needed to do for me in that way was blow-dry my chest ha ha.  Yep, the dressings had to be dry before I got dressed after a shower, so I had to stand in the lounge room with Mum blow-drying my boobs!  The things we do…

So I am gingerly getting back to normal but not doing any heavy lifting or anything that requires me to stretch my arms out too far.  I am able to drive – thank the Gods! – so at least can get out of the house now.  I have a couple more weeks off work so hopefully the discomfort will improve gradually and I will be able to do more each day.  I have put on loads of weight, not doing anything and eating too much, but I am trying not to worry about that too much.  I will get back to exercising and eating better soon.

So that’s it.  Wish I had done it before and would recommend it to anyone considering it.  My surgeon was awesome and worth every penny.  The care I got at the hospital was wonderful and the aftercare has been great too.  I am looking forward to the final result once all the swelling has gone down.  I LOOK smaller – not just in that area but all over.  I feel better in myself.  I didn’t realise how much I hated my “girls” and how self-conscious I was, but even in terms of not having the weight of them pulling at my neck and back, things are so improved already.

Here’s to better things, smaller worries and a happier me.


Doodle Drama and Poorly Mama

Doodle Drama and Poorly Mama

I had a somewhat dramatic night on Saturday when my Mum stayed over.  We were going to go to a craft & antiques fair on Sunday morning, so it’s just easier if she stays overnight at my place.  We had a nice early part of the evening – yummy dinner supplied by my super wonderful library volunteer (she makes the best curries and is nice enough to bring me some regularly), watching some TV and chatting about what we hoped to find at the craft show.  My Mum had a sore finger – she thought she had a rose thorn or something in it – and asked me to have a look and maybe lance it.  I did so, using a very sterile scalpel blade and made a tiny wee cut in the finger.  Barely any blood and nothing icky like pus coming out of it.  Mum started to feel a bit queasy so she sat on the floor while I put some disinfectant on the finger and a little bandage.  Then, feeling even more queasy, Mum passed out.  Quite dramatically (thank God she was on the floor already and didn’t fall from a standing position).  The worst part was I couldn’t make her wake up again.  She didn’t come round for what seemed like ages.  It was probably only 20 seconds but it seemed like forever.  Finally she came to and sat up again.  She then began to be sick.  And sick.  And sick (thank God again for handy buckets!).  She felt dreadful and so nauseated.  I managed to get her back to the couch to lie down (keeping the bucket nearby).  She was still being ill and I decided to call an emergency health line. They gave me advice and asked lots of questions before giving me some numbers to call for an emergency, after-hours doctor.  I was lucky to get one to come out within 30 minutes and he checked Mum over and said she would be fine.  He gave her an injection to stop the vomiting and told me to just let her sleep it off.  Which she did.  Yours truly, however, stayed wide awake, listening to make sure she was ok.  Once I heard her snoring (ha ha), I knew she was comfortable and asleep.

In the morning she popped up like a cork, as though nothing had happened.  I could tell she wasn’t quite right though, despite her saying she definitely wanted to go to the craft show.  We did go, and had a nice time, but I was worried about Mum.  I kept nagging her to go to a GP and get the finger looked at and herself checked out again.  She did so on Tuesday and got some antibiotics and is now feeling better.
I will be in therapy for the rest of my life however.  I thought I had killed her!

Another, rather less distressing drama is my search for the perfect marker pen (or textas, as we call them in Australia).  I use a particular kind of paper, when I am drawing my little doodles that I use on cards.  The paper was given to me years ago by a friend of Mum’s and it is glossy and matte all at the same time.  I think it is a kind of photo paper…or possibly the paper they put between photo paper.  I don’t really know – she just gave me a huge bundle of it.  Anyway, I have used it for years as it works so well with coloured markers, giving the finished design a neat, almost printed effect.  Well, I still have lots of the paper, but my textas are running out (I’ve only had them 15-20 years, you’d think they’d last a bit longer ha ha).  I have looked for similar ones EVERYWHERE.  And I mean everywhere.  I have bought countless packets, trying them out to see if they work in the same way.  But no.  It’s doing my head in.  I have a theory that the ones I am trying now are all super non-toxic and full of modern whizz-bang ingredients.  My old ones were probably made from mercury or whale-oil or something.  I need to explain this in pictures…Below, you will see several little figures I have drawn and coloured.  Notice the seamless, bright and uniform hair colour?  That texta is still working – just.  See how there is no blotchiness to it?  No lines or colouring marks?  The green dress and blue dress at the bottom are coloured with an almost-running-out texta.  See the blotchiness and the uneven colouring?  It’s not too bad but with the new pens I have bought, it’s dire.  The colour is so unsaturated and you can see all the colouring lines and it’s horrible.  Horrible!  (am realising now I should have taken a picture of the new colouring for you but it was just too heartbreaking).  So what’s a girl to do?  I am thinking if I can’t find the right pens I will have have to change my technique, maybe do them in water colours on different paper and use a permanent pen for the outline.  Sigh.  But it’s all about change and growth, right?  Not getting stuck in a creative rut, trying new things?  But I like the old things dammit!  I’ve tried all different brands – cheap ones to expensive ones (hello Copic!) but to no avail.  So sad.  Oh well, I will keep trying and maybe a change will improve my little pictures and start me off on a new creative path.  Who knows?

May all your days be frustration free and void of fainting Mothers! 🙂

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Quick Bling & Kidney Beans

Quick Bling & Kidney Beans

A quick post before I head off to work today.  I am going in late as I had my 6 month renal appointment this morning.  All went well.  I had a different doctor today (he was very nice and answered all my questions) but I was sorry I didn’t get to see my usual specialist.  How dare he have time off!  I hope he hasn’t retired…that’s not allowed!  Anyway, my kidney is hanging in there (with kidney number 2 just having a permanent nap, as far as anyone can tell) and I am doing fine.  Always glad to get the all-clear.  Stupidly, I am more worried about the fact I have put on a couple of kilos since my last visit 6 months ago.  I know it’s dumb and I know it’s my own fault.  Piggy McPiggerton hasn’t been watching her diet at all…gotta step up and try harder to be healthy and not comfort eat.  It’s so hard though…

Did a tiny bit of crafting last night as I couldn’t relax and needed to keep my hands busy (as opposed to picking up food with them).  Made some rings (please excuse my old lady hands in the photos) and a few pairs of earrings.  The rings were made from a broken bracelet I found in an op-shop yesterday.  A good buy as it will make about 8 rings or maybe a couple of pendants.  The earrings are also made from some recycled beads – I’m into those little cube beads at the moment, they’re cute.  Plus I love anything with wings, as you know, so they’ve got the added bling of silver wing findings.

Hope your Monday is Happy! 🙂