Post Surgery

I thought I was doing pretty well on Thursday, but I started to run a fever that lasted through last night. I didn't have any pain from the surgery, but I was wiped out from the fever, and I am assuming that just by the way I feel, my blood count probably dropped again. I am having excessive hot flashes, but no fever so far today.

I started my Tomoxifen yesterday, so that may be why I am having hot flashes again. They started to subsided last week, so I wasn't experiencing them constantly. It was a nice change of pace.... almost back to "normal".

I guess everybody is correct, that you have to get a new "normal". I just wish that I could settle down long enough to know what that is.

I find it a bit odd, that whenever I don't feel well, my taste buds revert to "Hawaiian shaved ice, cotton candy,ginger ale, chicken strips and instant mashed potatoes with gravy". What is THAT all about?

BTW- My hair on my head, eyebrows and eyelashes are coming in quite rapidly. No underarm hair growth yet... yeah!

That went weawwy well...

I called a friend and tried to leave a message that the surgery went well, but I was having a hard time talking. She probably was thinking it was Elmer Fudd leaving messages.

Oh well... I am going to go get some West and wewaxation at wast!

It really did go much better than I expected. I came out of the anesthesia easier this time, and that was my biggest worry.

I got a call from the Palm Springs scheduling, and I will be seeing the oncologist December 19 for my f/u visit. It really makes me feel more at ease.

Brittney's Birthday was today. She is 19. When I turned 19, it was the legal drinking age. I must not have had too many friends, because I remember my Dad's friend that I used to babysit for, took me out to the bars and gave me "shots". I think I did some dancing to... for some reason I don't remember much.

I Don't Want to Go Rick....

I had to get up before midnight to do my pre-surgery ritual of drinking the last cup of coffee. If you have ever experienced a caffeine withdrawal headache, you would understand.

When I talked with the surgeon on Monday, he was originally going to replace both expanders, then when he examined me, he said he was just going to replace the one that leaked. Hopefully he will stick with that. I am going in at 7:30 a.m., my surgery is scheduled for 9:30 a.m.. I am going to bring my Ipod and a book just in case I have to wait 8 hours, only this time, I am not putting the stupid ted hose on until they wheel me to the waiting area, and I am keeping my underwear on.

I decided to return to Palm Springs for my follow-up care. I just feel that they are more knowledgeable there, and they know who I am. Even after 5 months, the receptionist and nurse both remembered me after only meeting me one time. The receptionist said, "Oh yeah, how did your husbands picketing go during the surgery?" I had told her he was going to hold up a sign that said "Save the Nipples!" I am not sure if that is how I want people to remember me, but she did remember! The girls in the office in Havasu saw me every other week for 4 months, and they still don't know who I am. And, I can't guarantee it, but I bet the doctor doesn't get me confused with another patient.

BTW- My hair is growing quite fast, and my eyebrows and eyelashes are filling in. Hopefully I will have enough hair soon so that my swimmers will stop calling me "Coach Russ".

*Note- the title was borrowed from an SNL skit. Hailey and Brittney say that all the time.