I went to the Dr's today to get the dreaded drain out. I have to say it's been hard for someone who is chlostraphobic to be attatched to something you can't get away from. It was hard mentally more than physically.
The drain came out easily, all 15+ inches of it, and I now have a little bandage and should be good to go tomorrow for a nice long shower. I'm down 10 lbs since surgery and they tell me that's just great. I have to admit that I tend to look at the smaller picture rather than the big one. Collectively I've lost 38 lbs since I started this journey in April. A good number. I would love to hit 200 by Christmas, but we'll see, that's another 30 lbs or so.
I haven't felt all that great last night and today. I feel rather bloated and my chest hurts a bit like I'm full, but I'm still on liquids and you can't really get that full feeling just yet. I guess it's just gas as I burp occassionally. It's rather uncomfortable and I have resorted to just laying down and sleeping it off.
Hubby has been wonderful through this whole experience. He's taken care of me, the kids, laundry, cooking (which he doesn't know how) and managed it all with just a little aggravation. God love him.
Now that the tube is gone, I will be starting to walk on the tredmill. Slowly to start, then build.