I've almost made it to the 2 week mark and I haven't recently split anything open, fallen on my face, or whined extensively so that, folks, is progress.
I'm going back to work on Wednesday which I have mixed feelings about. I mean, my feelings aren't mixed on whether it's time.. I wanted to do 2 weeks off from the get-go, I feel well enough to go back on Wednesday, and everyone at work is sure as shit ready for me to come back and handle my cases again. But as of Friday I was kind of like "yay, work! routine! productivity! I'm ready for this!" Today I'm like "ughhh, do I really need to have a job? Watching TV can be my job." Anyway, second to last day of lazy relaxation and then back to the grind. However, I got giddily excited when I remembered I can't go to the gym for a couple more weeks so my days will seem shorter and more manageable when I actually get to like leave work and go home every day. That will help ease the transition for sure.
I made some major progress over the weekend in terms of feeling overall better, more mobile, and more independent in that I no longer need to sit down while showering and I've been sleeping in my bed. I stayed at my apartment Saturday to Sunday then came back to my parents' house last night since they have comfier couches to watch TV on, but planning to go back home for good in a few days. I'm about to go drive for the first time so we'll see how that goes. Oh and I can now fully dress and undress myself so that was good for both my independence and my dignity. The suggestion of hooking my bra in the front and then twisting it around to the back was life-changing. Apparently some people do this all the time. Mind BLOWN.
Anyway here is a little before-after pic thing I jerry-rigged up after way too much time on Microsoft Paint because I'm a simple-minded gal. The first pic is the morning of surgery (before) and the second is from yesterday, 11 days post-op. I need to take some better arm pics but they look pretty decent too so I'll get that up soon. I still feel incredibly swollen in this kind of indescribable way. Not bloated or full or anything, just like there's a stiff water bed in my abdomen. Does that make sense? I didn't think so. Do water beds still even exist? Who knows.