It's been a slow process.
In reality, I'm only 11 days out from my first surgery. They (and by "they" I mean the experts) say it takes about three to four weeks to start seeing improvements and three to six months to fully heal after liposuction. Okay. Well, I'm not a patient person. I want to see results RIGHT NOW.
Yeah. It's been a lifelong struggle.
On the bright side, I'm a pretty quick healer. As it turns out, I'm not as quick a healer as I'd like, but given my age and my health status, I think I've done okay. I'm getting around pretty well, I'm only just a little stiff and sore, and the bruises are resolving nicely.
There is still quite a bit of swelling but ...
And I think a drum roll is in order here ...
My calves are an incredible, amazing, mind-blowing ...
FOUR INCHES SMALLER!!!!!!
I know, right?
Now, he didn't really do my calves. What I think has happened is that he's cleared some of the mess clogging the lymphatics in my thighs, which has helped resolve some of the lymphedema in my calves. Which has resulted in my calves doing this incredible shrinking act. My thighs are also down a tiny bit. Still swollen, but not as swollen as they were. My weight is down four pounds. (Okay, so technically he removed eight pounds of fat, BUT remember I'm still pretty swollen.)
My legs FEEL like Jello. They are anything but pretty. They're still pretty lumpy. The left one has a big divot in it (I think either he got a bit too aggressive with the lipo on that one or its just a tissue abnormality from the disease, and either way, I just can't get too worked up about it if it means I get better function in my legs). But I can already tell they are healing.
Healing. And I think they're healing well.
The really funny thing is that immediately after surgery, I was cursing and hating myself. I felt that I'd made the worst decision in the world, that I was spending money I could not afford to do something that made my disease WORSE, not better, and that I was going to regret it the rest of my life, and that there was NO WAY IN HADES that I was ever going to do it again. Now I'm counting down the weeks till the next surgery.
No, I'm not actually looking forward to the next procedure. Not even a little bit. I get horribly nauseated from anesthesia, and the pain is indescribable. What I'm looking forward to is getting past the second stage of the process and into the healing phase. Because after that, I'll be ready for the third phase. And then the fourth.
And then maybe I'll have my life back. It's as simple as that.
In reality, I'm only 11 days out from my first surgery. They (and by "they" I mean the experts) say it takes about three to four weeks to start seeing improvements and three to six months to fully heal after liposuction. Okay. Well, I'm not a patient person. I want to see results RIGHT NOW.
Yeah. It's been a lifelong struggle.
On the bright side, I'm a pretty quick healer. As it turns out, I'm not as quick a healer as I'd like, but given my age and my health status, I think I've done okay. I'm getting around pretty well, I'm only just a little stiff and sore, and the bruises are resolving nicely.
There is still quite a bit of swelling but ...
And I think a drum roll is in order here ...
My calves are an incredible, amazing, mind-blowing ...
FOUR INCHES SMALLER!!!!!!
I know, right?
Now, he didn't really do my calves. What I think has happened is that he's cleared some of the mess clogging the lymphatics in my thighs, which has helped resolve some of the lymphedema in my calves. Which has resulted in my calves doing this incredible shrinking act. My thighs are also down a tiny bit. Still swollen, but not as swollen as they were. My weight is down four pounds. (Okay, so technically he removed eight pounds of fat, BUT remember I'm still pretty swollen.)
My legs FEEL like Jello. They are anything but pretty. They're still pretty lumpy. The left one has a big divot in it (I think either he got a bit too aggressive with the lipo on that one or its just a tissue abnormality from the disease, and either way, I just can't get too worked up about it if it means I get better function in my legs). But I can already tell they are healing.
Healing. And I think they're healing well.
The really funny thing is that immediately after surgery, I was cursing and hating myself. I felt that I'd made the worst decision in the world, that I was spending money I could not afford to do something that made my disease WORSE, not better, and that I was going to regret it the rest of my life, and that there was NO WAY IN HADES that I was ever going to do it again. Now I'm counting down the weeks till the next surgery.
No, I'm not actually looking forward to the next procedure. Not even a little bit. I get horribly nauseated from anesthesia, and the pain is indescribable. What I'm looking forward to is getting past the second stage of the process and into the healing phase. Because after that, I'll be ready for the third phase. And then the fourth.
And then maybe I'll have my life back. It's as simple as that.
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