After the Doctor discharged me, we packed up and left. I was concerned about the ride home - we had to travel 40 miles or so across four freeways and I was concerned the bumpy ride would be painful, but it wasn't all that bad. We came home and I went right to bed.
My husband went to the store to pick up the extra medication I required while I slept. I stayed pretty medicated the first night, but I had a great moment when I put on some yoga pants that looked fantastic on my newly flat belly.
I have surgical drains hanging from my groin area, that need to be emptied several times a day. They're in the shape of grenades attached to a tube that goes inside my body. You have to squeeze the tubes to help keep any clots or drainage flow, and then you empty the bulb into a cup and flush the fluids down the toilet. My husband does this for me three times a day. Nothing says love like cleaning out surgical drains. He really doesn't seem bothered by it. He did get a glimpse of my rear end while I was changing and he said it took everything he had not to attack me. The results of the surgery are already remarkable.
I'm starting to take half doses of the pain medication, and healing very quickly. The Valium is the most important medicine now as it relieves the tightness in my abdomen. I'm starting to take regular Tylenol in between doses of narcotics to help wean myself off. I'm pleased with the level of pain I have now - it's better than expected.
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