So, post-op. The doctor's decided to keep me an extra day to make sure all the blood drained. Sleep wasn't exactly easy. I kept waking up every two hours because I was nervous of rolling on my tube and causing injury to myself. I also was forced to sleep on only one side which is really bad on the back. In the morning, I had to start wearing this strait jacket thing to ensure my breast healed centrally and didn't droop which would have meant a second operation. Unfortunately, it was so tight it caused some blood to spurt out my wound so they had to put in another gauze. My day was spent eating pringles, milk biscuits and half of those big wafers. The internet provided didn't let me write on facebook or watch any youtube videos. I managed to read some Kekkaishi and Psyren though. The most useful thing I did yesterday was pretty much finishing Eoin Colfer's "Wish List" in one day (great book by the way) and starting John Grisham's "The Chamber". All this while swallowing panadols and getting injected with antibiotics. My dad came to visit in the morning because he had work from 4pm to 12:30am but because of the retarded 4pm to 5pm only visiting hours, I had to go out myself to see him. My mom, sis and grandma came at the visiting time but there was a stupid two visitors per patient in a two patient room rule to prevent infections and the nurses all had a hissy fit even though the other guy had no visitors so the room still contained less than four people. Rather than use their brains a little and adhere the rules flexibly, the morons wanted to follow the rules to a t to protect their sorry asses and discomfort the patients in the process. My mom was quite pissed and I was quite miffed myself as I was kind enough to lend one of the head nurse's my charger since he left his cellphone by mistake in the office all night and then he pulls this on me. In the end, I just stayed with my family outside the unit for an hour where my mom and grandma mostly blathered on my cheating uncle and I stayed playing with my sis. I was like "What did they even come for if not for me?" After they left, the rest of my day was pretty boring and I just whiled away the time reading waiting for ten pm to sleep even though I usually sleep at 2am. Food WAS pretty good though. Potato soup and pork cutlets yum. Next day, I was finally discharged. I got my yummy filling of pills and antibiotics and then getting the hell out of there. They yanked off my dressing and I could finally see the handiwork of the surgeon. The fat WAS gone but so was the nipple… Okay to be more accurate the nipple was there but it was pretty flat, more like inverted and surrounded by blue stitches. They assured me it'll rise naturally so long as I wear the fancy strait jacket. They removed the needle in my vein which was pretty painless. Then came the taking out the drain-_- After turning off the vacuum and cutting up the strings, after all that delicacy, I expected a gradual, slow pulling out. Nope, they yanked the thing and my god was it painful. First, I didn't even notice how much of that thing was in me until I felt it slithering out from under my chest like a nest of rabid vipers. It hurt so much I was involuntary shaking. Good thing it was over in a couple of seconds, I couldn't handle any more. I was surprised there wasn't gallons of blood from the exit point. Then they just slapped some bandages, made me put on my vest and sent me on my way. I spent the rest of the morning finishing my wafers, strolling around, till my mom and her new boyfriend came, packed my stuff, and after getting the post-op receipt to come next Tuesday as well as prescription for some oral antibiotics and panadols, we got out of that hell-hole. I'm being harsh, it was a pretty nice place with some nice staff, but the staff need to get their head out their asses and in the end of the day, who wants to stay in a hospital?
Now I'm just relaxing at home. Watched the new Scooby Doo episode, Boondocks episode and Yugioh 5Ds episode. Kinda sad that my best friend is going abroad NOW and I won't be able to see him for like a week or two. The strait jacket is quite effective in dealing with my recovery, I feel kinda naked and defenseless without it. Unfortunately, it's killer on the back. Also it really makes you hot.