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bellbird
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I was going to wait to post here till tomorrow, but I can't sleep so I think I'll do it now.
But for the first time in like... forever? I'm unable to sleep because I'm
So.
f*cking.
Happy.
Yep. More tears leaking out of my eyes as I write those three words.
I had my 6 week follow-up appointment today, and it went really well.
Like really really well.
Ok. Settle, brain. We need to construct some good sentences now.
So I was sitting in the consult room by myself, waiting for my surgeon.
My dad was out in the waiting room. He'd actually brought it up on his own that he knew I liked to be independent with these things, and that he respected that and was happy to just be "chauffeur".
My surgeon came in, and the first thing he said to me was "you're looking really good!" (to be fair, the last time he'd seen me was in a hospital gown with a deflating, but still pretty big, tummy).
He asked if my pain had been under control?
I answered yes, and told him the current pain meds I was taking.
He asked if my gut was better, and bowels were back to normal?
Yes.
He asked if I was mobilising ok?
Yes, I'm up and walking around every day.
Then, and this was the cool bit, he asked if I could stand up and he could have a look at my back.
I did, and held my t-shirt up at the back so he could see my back.
Surgeon: "oh wow... it looks amazing!... have you seen your back???" with his voice filled with the ? emoji.
bellbird: "yeah... I have :) :) my family and I are blown away"
Then he asked the nurse to remove my dressing.
She asked how long I had had it on for -- a few days?
No, about 4 weeks.
More ? face in voice.
"You've cared for this incredibly well. It looks so good!"
*removes dressing*
More praise for my wound itself.
Then she very meticulously cleaned off all the adhesive residue, then cleansed the area with saline.
I looked down at my wound and holy crap, it's like razor thin.
I just have a very thin tape dressing I need to wear for 6 days, and then it will be all clear to have it exposed.
I was also sent for xrays, and I got to look at them! And I'm being sent a CD with them on, in the post :)
I have 10 screws in my spine! (I counted them :D )
My surgeon gave me the news that I was not expecting at all: I've had my restrictions eased, to the point where I'm now allowed to do everything except lift over 8kg ????
And... the next time they want to see me again is in 4 MONTHS! Normally at this stage the next follow-up is in another 6 weeks.
Of course, I am not going to rush into activity; I'm not going to jeopardise my condition, and I also just don't have the energy. And I can come back earlier than 4 months if needed.
But oh wow.
I spent half of the car ride home crying out of sheer joy. Like I was that happy that I could not hold it back.
Even now, I'm crying again just thinking back.
And to think 6 weeks ago I was in ICU.
I can't believe it.
I honestly can't believe it.
But for the first time in like... forever? I'm unable to sleep because I'm
So.
f*cking.
Happy.
Yep. More tears leaking out of my eyes as I write those three words.
I had my 6 week follow-up appointment today, and it went really well.
Like really really well.
Ok. Settle, brain. We need to construct some good sentences now.
So I was sitting in the consult room by myself, waiting for my surgeon.
My dad was out in the waiting room. He'd actually brought it up on his own that he knew I liked to be independent with these things, and that he respected that and was happy to just be "chauffeur".
My surgeon came in, and the first thing he said to me was "you're looking really good!" (to be fair, the last time he'd seen me was in a hospital gown with a deflating, but still pretty big, tummy).
He asked if my pain had been under control?
I answered yes, and told him the current pain meds I was taking.
He asked if my gut was better, and bowels were back to normal?
Yes.
He asked if I was mobilising ok?
Yes, I'm up and walking around every day.
Then, and this was the cool bit, he asked if I could stand up and he could have a look at my back.
I did, and held my t-shirt up at the back so he could see my back.
Surgeon: "oh wow... it looks amazing!... have you seen your back???" with his voice filled with the ? emoji.
bellbird: "yeah... I have :) :) my family and I are blown away"
Then he asked the nurse to remove my dressing.
She asked how long I had had it on for -- a few days?
No, about 4 weeks.
More ? face in voice.
"You've cared for this incredibly well. It looks so good!"
*removes dressing*
More praise for my wound itself.
Then she very meticulously cleaned off all the adhesive residue, then cleansed the area with saline.
I looked down at my wound and holy crap, it's like razor thin.
I just have a very thin tape dressing I need to wear for 6 days, and then it will be all clear to have it exposed.
I was also sent for xrays, and I got to look at them! And I'm being sent a CD with them on, in the post :)
I have 10 screws in my spine! (I counted them :D )
My surgeon gave me the news that I was not expecting at all: I've had my restrictions eased, to the point where I'm now allowed to do everything except lift over 8kg ????
And... the next time they want to see me again is in 4 MONTHS! Normally at this stage the next follow-up is in another 6 weeks.
Of course, I am not going to rush into activity; I'm not going to jeopardise my condition, and I also just don't have the energy. And I can come back earlier than 4 months if needed.
But oh wow.
I spent half of the car ride home crying out of sheer joy. Like I was that happy that I could not hold it back.
Even now, I'm crying again just thinking back.
And to think 6 weeks ago I was in ICU.
I can't believe it.
I honestly can't believe it.