It felt so good to sleep at home last night. I had a low grade fever and kinda freaked out. I was crying because I was scared and I thought the bandages were starting to come off and I thought I could see the incision on my upper left thigh. Paul had a look and he said no. I took two Extra Strength Tylenol and when I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom my fever was gone. I'm hoping it stays that way. I'm moving a little easier even though I sometimes wonder if I am. My upper arms are black and blue but they don't hurt much. The part of me that hurts the most isn't even an incision part. I have a rash from the tape (even though they used the paper tape) along the tape on the middle of my back from the back lift incision. I will look forward to being a week post op. I thinking the first week will be the worst. Tomorrow I go back to see the surgeon and I'm looking forward to him telling me all my worrying is for nothing so stop worrying and just heal.
I managed to go on the treadmill twice yesterday. I only plan on doing .5 MPH for now and only 5 minutes at a time. But I have a history of blood clots so I must move so I can keep my circulation going. I still tire so easily and I don't seem to have very good control of my emotions right now and cry at the drop of a hat. I'm lucky. I have a very patient husband and he is here for me 100% of the time.