Pun totally intended, of course.
I laughed SO HARD today while reading something on a tummy tuck message board, and good grief! I think I felt every single stitch of every muscle in my abdomen. You know how when you start laughing about something, everything else is even funnier than it normally would have been? It was awful--awesome, but awful.
Someone had started a thread where she talked about her pubic hair line was now up waaay too high after her tummy tuck, and she asked if anyone else had that problem. Someone said something like, "Good news is you have a brand new, flat tummy; bad news is, it has a vagina in it." That started it. Then, the more I read, the more I was busting a gut (okay, I'll stop with the puns now). Then Jerry said something about it giving a whole new meaning to a "fuzzy navel" and I almost died.
I'm so grateful that I don't have that problem. It wasn't something I even thought about before surgery, so I couldn't ask my surgeon to avoid it. I'm definitely tightened up "down there", but my incision is in the perfect spot, in my opinion. I'm healing so well that I don't think there is anything I would have changed or done differently. I'm SO PLEASED with my surgeon--she's fantastic!
Speaking of healing well, I took Vicodin for the last time yesterday, and today I just took a couple of Motrin (which I probably didn't even need). I stopped the muscle relaxer too, and I had already finished the antibiotic. So I'm off the prescriptions.
I must say, I am NOT impressed with Vicodin. After my jaw surgery, I was taking oxycodone, and it was FANTASTIC. I took it for about 2 months, and then stopped cold turkey one day because Renee was going to come over for wine, and I asked my surgeon about wine + oxy (which was a big 'no'). That evening started the withdrawal symptoms, and I had to cancel with Renee. I was SO sick for about three days. It gave me a whole new understanding of people who get addicted to pain killers.
I haven't taken it since (but I can't bring myself to throw it away...) I was hoping that the Vicodin would have the same effect on post-op pain for me, but it felt like nothing. It didn't even take away my headache! I decided to quit taking it yesterday, and I haven't felt the effects of not taking it at all. Right now, the pain is pretty minimal--just a twang here and there, and my incision is a little sore.
What drives me crazy is this feeling in my belly just below my belly button--it feels like I have a nearly-full-term baby moving around in there. (I hated that feeling when I was actually pregnant--it drove me crazy!) Another thing that is annoying is that "heebie jeebies" feeling in my belly. I imagine all the nerves are repairing, and it's causing everything to tingle--kind of like a constant state of goosebumps. I remember that happening with my jaw (which the oxy took care of!) It lasted a couple of weeks.
Jerry was playing a chicken shooting game on the Wii today, and the kids were totally fascinated, watching. Remember Duck Hunt for Nintendo? It's kind of like that, just with chickens--and better graphics. So he was playing for a while, and doing really well. The kids were super excited when he finally had a 'game over', because he was whooping about his great score. Then this happened:
"Daddy" was in SECOND place. And not just by a little, either. BAHAHAHA, I don't even remember the last time I played that game, but apparently I did very well. So Jerry was teasing me about "So THIS is what Mama does when she's at home all day!" Jerry and both boys were in shock that I.AM.AWESOME. At shooting chickens, anyway!
I got a phone call today that made me SO HAPPY. The phone rang, and Jerry answered. He handed it to me, and I mouthed, "Who is it?" He shrugged, saying, "I don't know." As soon as I heard her voice, I almost screamed. It was my old boss from when I worked at Curves (2003-2005). We were VERY close, and when I quit working there, we kind of lost touch. I haven't seen her in about 5 years.
She told me that one of the members (that I had signed up when I worked there) brought in the newspaper article of me, and told her about Dr. Oz. So she called me to tell me how happy she was for me and how proud she was of me. I told her that I would go in to Curves next week one day and see her.
I've thought about it time and again, going in to see her. I always think of stopping in when I drive by there, but I just felt ashamed (when I was fat) and then I kept thinking, "I'll go when I reach my goal weight"--which didn't "really" happen. Stupid reasons! She's much older than me--I think maybe her late 50's now? But we always got along so well, and we spent a lot of time together. When Noah was born, we even referred to her as a "grandma" to Noah.
Anyways, I'm so happy that she called, and I can't wait to go in and see her. She said a lot of the same ladies are still exercising there, so I hope to see them, too.
Tomorrow, I'll be alone all morning--Jerry's going back to work, and my kids are staying at my parents' house tonight. Then my mom is going to pick me up to go have dinner at her house. I would say that I probably won't blog tomorrow, because of Thanksgiving, but I have nothing better to do--so I probably will! Hope you all have a great Thanksgiving! I'm not a huge turkey-dinner fan, so I actually don't even get tempted to overeat on Thanksgiving--just another day for me. Although if there is pie, I just might have a piece for dinner and piece for dessert! ;)