Interestingly, she's not a huge fan of shopping. Certainly not shopping for the sake of shopping. She's very un-chick-like that way. She gets *really* irritated standing in lines, and generally hates the whole shopping experience. If she needs to get something, she'll put it off until she can't put it off any longer.
But me? Yeah, I'm keen to get her some new stuff. She would probably find the shopping experience more tolerable with me there, although the sprint would likely be brief.
And now for this morning's update.
Yesterday afternoon/evening was more uncomfy for her. Not entirely unexpected, but a little surprising, given how well she did the first night. Her biggest complaint had to do with her shoulders being pulled forwards (no doubt to the taut tissues in front) and her trying to seek relief. Ultimately she took me up on my offer to massage her back and shoulders, although we had to do it from the seated position, for obvious reasons.
She went to bed early, like around 9pm. She got up around 11pm, checking with me to see whether it was okay to take another round of her meds (except for the muscle relaxer, which couldn't be taken before 1:30am). Then back to bed.
I **84** solidly, which was the first since before the surgery. Too much excitement, I guess.
But she told me this morning that around 3am she wasn't very comfy, so she got up and set herself up in a chair we have in the bedroom. She took the opportunity to take her muscle relaxer. The chair doesn't have a high back; she said she **84** better, except for not having proper neck support. This need to sit almost sitting up seems to be a common theme, post-op. I don't know whether it's due to the weight of the implants on the chest (vs letting gravity pull them downwards), or what. I'd ask her, but she's resting at the moment.
She also didn't want to put on her post-op bra this morning. She said she came to realize that the pressure (towards her centerline) on the lateral aspect of her breasts was the cause of a lot of her discomfort late yesterday, so she's going to give that a miss today. I'm sure as things get more comfy for her, she'll get back into that bra.
Oh, and we've both noticed that her implants seem to have dropped an inch or two already.
The first night in bed, she turned her head at one point and was amused by the fact that her chin bumped into the top of her implant. She realized today she can no longer do that. The tops of the implants do appear to not be quite so high, and the lower aspect of her breasts do seem a bit fuller. I don't know about you folks, but I find this stuff fascinating.
She took me up on the offer to help her out of bed this morning. Which is interesting, because she didn't wake me up to help her out of bed at 3am; surely that had to be difficult to manage, especially when feeling underslept.
She's also managed to put on a button-up shirt, track jacket and light winter jacket (it's been a bit nippy here lately -- pun intended) without assistance, albeit slowly. She can also take her shoes off, although she did let me help her put her socks and shoes on. I'm amazed that she's not asking me to help her more, but I'm guessing she's just trying to regain her independence with regards to the basic things we take for granted.
Right now she's got the TV on her usual morning show, she's got her wedge pillow positioned vertically behind her on the couch (she's reclined at about 30 to 45 degrees from horizontal) with a blanket covering her. She appears to be asleep, although the last time I went to the kitchen she suddenly came to life, reminding me not to jump in the shower without her (I'll need to wash her hair and... whatever else she wants washing
not to mention gently towel dry her), but I was just going to get my first espresso of the day.
I'll need to snag more pics today. Actually, I should have a few from yesterday, which I'll see about posting today.