I had a lovely ride home and sat next to an awesome guy named Jeff, who made the trip go by so fast and comfortably. Without him I would have likely been dwelling on the surgery that was awaiting me just a few hours from then. He has no idea of what he did for me, but THANK YOU JEFF!
We went through some magnificent clouds as we flew back into Ft. Lauderdale that I managed to make some cool pictures of....also another nice distraction from what was dominating my thoughts. Just prior to the last leg of the flight I was made aware that my surgery time had been moved up from arriving for prep at 9am to 6am. I was thankful to get off the plane and find the driver who was taking me back home right there. I was equally happy to find that he was a great guy and made the long ride fly by, with a lot of laughs.
Now this is where things got interesting. As for the surgery...I remember ZERO and SO thankful for that! ha! After surgery everything appeared as if it was going to be a repeat of my bad memories of the first one. (i.e. - I was dizzy leaving and on the way home got "very sick" in the car - THANK GOODNESS for plastic bags!) I don't really recall how I got in the house or much about the first few hours at all. But towards the evening my husband said, "Do you need pain medicine?" and I realized.... I HAD NO PAIN! Now when I say "no pain", what I mean by that is NO PAIN!
To refresh on exactly what was done: The surgeon had cut below my breasts on both sides through the pectoral muscle, removed the ruptured implant and the non ruptured one on the other side, pretty sure he cut away 20 years worth of scar tissue, put in new implants...yet I had NO PAIN. (...and I hadn't received any kind of block for surgery either). Before bed my husband thought that perhaps the pain might come during the night, so I took 1 Tramadol...but upon waking the next morning...no pain. Rising up, laying down, arms up, bending over....no matter what I did..NO PAIN. From that point to now, I've not even needed even Ibuprofen. I'm telling you, as far as I'm concerned, it is my feeling that God just stood between me and that pain and continues to do so.
Today I went to my first follow up and was thrilled to tell my surgeon, who's name is Dr. Jeffrey L. Wisnicki at Palms West Hospital, about what happened. I think he was equally pleased that it had been such a good experience for me. I can't say enough about him - if ANYONE needs the help of a plastic surgeon, I would most definitely recommend him - he was very kind, gentle and honest with me. His staff was the very same - really good people! So I will go back Thursday to get my stitches out AND I get to go back to work tomorrow - YAY!!!
Also in the car was our little toy fox terrier "Zeke", who just prior to impact had crawled behind a towel draped over the front seat - when the car went into the parked Jeep the towel had wrapped around Zeke as he was thrown into the dashboard. Long story short...Zeke walked away with a concussion.
My husband, though believed by the the ER doctor, to have a severed Liver...walked out of that ER 5 hours later!! He was injured greatly...but it was undeniable to him and everyone involved that a miracle had happened.
So I am overrun today with feelings of hope and motivation. I know that I'm facing about 4-6 weeks before I can get back into my cycling...but I'm already making fitness plans to get me through until I can get back in the saddle again! No worries - my posts are going to be back on track with this FABULOUS journey! Life is good! God is good!...and I am PUMPED!!!!