5 Days Post-Op.
First of all, you’re disgusting! Everything is above bar. I would like to thank my parents in a post about getting frisky though. I’ll clarify, my folks had nothing to do with the sexy but my quick recovery wouldn’t have been possible without all their assistance over the last five days and designing their entire relocation to a new city around anticipating what I would need after surgery. Now that I’ve done that, thank God I’m home, not living with them and got my groove on!
The final few days of co-habitation with my folks started with a hangout at my brother D’s, my awesome niece and nephew and his gorgeous wife Sam. We talked about Auntie Hilary’s new tummy and the kids loved hearing stories about the epic hospital farts because of all the gas they put inside you for the surgery. I think it was good for them to know that surgery and the hospital doesn’t have to be scary. I showed them my incisions which really just look like six band-aids on my belly.
Very little bruising and no blood. I’m really surprised how easy it’s been. My neice always has art to celebrate an occasion. This kids got a future!
Today, my boyfriend C. or as he is known on our show “Sarnia Sting” drove into Oakville from Sarnia to fetch me, my goodness he’s so so kind. The poor guy bought a house on Friday and he’s so stressed but still made sure to be there for me. I of course am cranky and needy right now but I do realize how truly lucky I am and I hope he knows how much I appreciate him. We socialized with my family a while and then headed back to London. It feels amazing to be back in your own space, especially after such communal quarters both in the hospital and at my parents. To be in your own bed and to be held and close.
How soon is too soon? Well it’s been five days and I couldn’t wait another week. It’s so funny, all my life of being fat I never felt like it got in the way of my sex life. I’ve always felt like a vixen naked, not always in clothes but in the sanctity of my own bedroom with a partner I was attracted to and trusted, I was fearless. I think the idea that your changing body causes many worries and second guesses. “What if I lose all my boobs and he’s a boob guy?”, “What about all the loose skin and a saggy butt?”. “Will he find the new me sexy?”. I think people who’ve not experienced a large weight loss don’t realize that your body doesn’t “bounce back”. I may be smaller in the end but I’ll always have things that aren’t quite right and plastic surgery takes time and a whole lot of money. I’m very lucky in that I know my partner is invested in me for more than looks but there is still a deeper attraction. I just think these are normal doubts. I’m also an incredibly sexual person who loves feeling desired and I thrive on physical touch both sexual and non. Maybe it was knowing there would be another whole week before we could connect because of the distance or that I just wanted to get it out of the way and put my mind at ease. It took a little convincing that he wouldn’t hurt me (which I think is common) but we found each other.
The surgical guidelines say “when you feel able, right?” Now, time get a good nights sleep!!