Six Weeks Post-Op!

Well, just about, that's tomorrow.

But I made an unsettling discovery yesterday. Brace yourself, I'm going to say it again - recent 50lb weight loss! Part of the "spare tire" fat distribution I had on my hips/FUPA since puberty gave me an overhang over the top of my thighs. The fat is gone, but the skin still hangs there a bit.

Now, the incision goes to exactly where my thigh meets my pelvis, so that skin overhang covers maybe an inch and a half of the incision. Complication number two: we identified when I had the stitches removed a couple of weeks ago that I don't have any feeling in that area, thanks to my nerve damage from 2021.

I confess, I've had an awful migraine off and on for the past two weeks, so I haven't been showering as much or as thoroughly as usual. I finally took a decent shower yesterday, including lifting that skin overhang to really soap down the incision.

And there's a white spot. Goddamnit. The skin around it looks fine, not red or swollen or hot or anything. I have an appointment with my PCP on Tuesday, so I'm spraying it with HOCL until then. It already looks better, but if it's still there by Tuesday, I'll show my doctor and get some antibiotics.

Yet another reminder that an absence of pain doesn't mean shit when it comes to my legs, especially my left leg. Ugh. My brain already overrides my body's signals in general, remembering to be careful with my body when it doesn't send any signals at all is a real challenge, damn.

Otherwise, I'm doing great. At this point, it's mostly getting the muscles in my left leg back to speed, they get fatigued pretty easily still. But, I'm even tolerating supported bending and squatting, and some light load bearing. I'm even to the point where my brain isn't clocking the length difference every time I put weight on the leg.

Evening update: I had ambition today, dudes. I washed my bedding for the first time since the day before surgery blitz, fully unpacked my surgery bag and put it back in its spot in the closet, put my swap pile into an official swap bag, and kitchen tested a recipe before writing it up for my other blog.

Also, here is a picture of my floofiest son Milosh, and his silvervine stick.

Can you believe he was half bald when he was a micro kitten? I was shopping for teacup dog and guinea pig sized sweaters and sweatshirts for him, because I didn't ever think he'd grow fur (or be any bigger than three pounds, he's 12lbs nowadays). He showed me! The silver patches are left over from the fever coat he was covered with when he was tiny.