With all that is going on regarding me losing my job, hiring a lawyer, and having my story hit the news, I neglected to update all of you on one teeny, tiny detail: I am back in the hospital.
Yesterday, I had my third surgery procedure, where a number of things were done. First, Dr. Walsh swapped out my expander (left side) for an implant, which she also lifted to match the positioning of my right implant (radiation has moved the right expander up higher). Next, she swapped out my right implant for a smaller one … and then an even smaller one … and then an even SMALLER one. Finally, with the smallest size possible, she was able to close the radiated incision – although she did need to take some fat from my thigh to make it work (fat grafting, it’s called). This *should* be the last surgery for awhile.
Prior to my arrival, I had assumed that since I was reporting to the “Same Day Surgery” department, I would be in and out the same day. Um…no. I was in too much pain last night to move much without people assisting me; plus, I had to be placed back on IV antibiotics. On the bright side, I had a lovely time hallucinating this morning from IV pain meds on an empty stomach. Good times.
Even though Dr. Walsh suggested I stay one more night, i will be leaving this afternoon – under strict instructions not to do ANY activity whatsoever for the next several days, to take my oral antibiotics every five hours on the dot, and to wait 4-6 weeks before going back to the gym. Yes, Dr. Walsh. Done, Dr. Walsh. Whatever you say, Dr. Walsh. Just let me out of here.