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Tummy Tuck Day 8 Post Op, Swell Hell
I woke in the morning to find my abdomen and pubic region terribly swollen. Oh no! I expected “some” swelling but it looked as if my former tummy apron and FUPA (fat upper pubic area) were returning. I could not even get into my pre-surgery pants. Not even close. And I was 4-lbs heavier than the night before!
Immediately I called my surgeon. I have been in contact with him or the P.A. nearly every day since my surgery. They have been so understanding and compassionate in answering my questions and allaying my fears. I think back to when I was researching my plastic surgery: I had entertained the idea of going to Mexico to save a few bucks. I quickly had dismissed that idea because I simply would not be confident in the skills of a surgeon in Mexico. What I did not anticipate at the time was how worried I would be after my abdominoplasty.
In hindsight, I am ever grateful to have had the good sense to have one of the top plastic surgeons in the U.S. who specialized in weight-loss surgery patients perform my tummy tuck and liposuction, and that he was highly accessible by phone, email and text post-surgery. I would have been a wreck otherwise, with worry that a surgeon in a developing country had done something wrong. As I stated earlier in this article, you must choose the surgeon with whom you have the most trust.
My surgeon’s practice was terrific. I spoke with the patient coordinator and she informed me that the physician and the P.A. were in surgery. I explained that I did not know if this amount of swelling was normal, and was concerned because I was to drive nearly 700 miles to relocate to our new home this day. Was I OK to make the trip? Thankfully she relayed the message.
The P.A. called me from the O.R. to make sure that I did not have a fever and based on that told me that I was OK. He asked me to keep him posted on how I was doing later in the day. How awesome was that? I was extremely appreciative that the P.A. called me from surgery. This practice truly cares for its patients.
My surgeon doesn’t use compression garments. So I put my binder on really tight around my midsection: It felt as though it held me together. I struggled getting in and out of the driver’s seat of my sports car across those 700 miles. At one point there was some minor bleeding of my incision. To play it safe, I called my surgeon. As always, he assured me that this was to be expected.
Remember the plastic surgery fund that I mentioned I had started way back? Well, I faithfully put money in from each paycheck and the fund grew and grew. Eventually, I bought a house with it. And so I arrived to my new home very sore in the midsection and exhausted after a 13-hour drive, but thrilled to be starting a new life. I had a new body, a fantastic house in a new city, and I was ready for the adventure that lie ahead. My winning streak continued as I received a phone call from a recruiter en route. She had a position with a top company for which I was uniquely suited. I truly could not believe all of the very good fortune that I had been having.
Then something happened and it seemed as if my winning streak was over.
Living life well-fed,
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Published On: April 29, 2013