Hey guys! Here I am exactly 3 months post op (go me!) and I’m back with an update.
So it’s finally started happening. The great hair loss. It was fully expected but I was really hoping I would be one of those rare people who didn’t have to deal with it. Unfortunately that is not the case. Thankfully my lovely husband has been so kind as to keep detaching the top of the shower drain and cleaning it out so I don’t clog it too badly. I also have a dear girlfriend who is an ahhhmazing hair stylist who knows how to cut my hair just right. She took off a few inches which I feel like has completely made my hair feel and look much better so I’m not seeing a bunch of stringy hairballs like before. (if you want her info let me know and I will totally hook you up) Who knows how long this will last. Everyone says something different. I just know that is a very common side effect and there is little anyone can do about it. My doctors say that as long as I focus on getting in my protein, vitamins/supplements, get in all my fluids then I will be good. The good news is that the hair will grow back.
For those of you that are friends with myself or my husband on Facebook you may have seen an adorable picture floating around of me and my sweet baby girl snuggling up on the couch while I wasn’t feeling good. Well that was taken after a nice long day spent in the ER being poked and prodded. I guess it was about two weeks ago I woke up one day just feeling kind blah. Low energy, not much of an appetite and a headache. Not really thinking much of it I went along with my normal routine. The headache lasted a couple of days and so did the low energy etc. Then I started feeling kind of dizzy/shaky. Assuming it was because my blood sugar was low because I hadn’t eaten or even drank much. So I made it a point to really focus on getting in all my protein and really drink a lot of water. I did feel better after that. Or so I thought. That night around 12:30 am I woke up freezing with the chills. When I say the chills I mean I was literally uncontrollably shaking. Shaking to the point that I had to put on a robe and heating pad while under a comforter in order to warm up and stop shaking. After about 45 minutes I stopped shaking and fell asleep only to wake up burning up with a fever of 102 about an hour later. The next morning I felt ok. I was exhausted but I felt ok. I called my surgeons office and left a message at the nurses station stating what happened because I assumed it was related to my surgery and to be honest I was really fucking scared. I never got a call back from anyone. (still a little bitter about that) This went on for three (yes 3) days. I would get the chills, like my insides were cold and I couldn’t get warm, and then I would start burning up to the point of dripping sweat. Like soaking wet and having to change my clothes. So I take a nice hot shower because what else would I do when I’m so damn cold. Yeah, not the best idea. I’m in the shower when the tunnel vision starts and I have to hold onto the wall because I’m about to black out. I call for my husband and tell him what’s going on and that I want to go to the ER. Get out of the shower shaking, get dressed and off we go. Now remember my symptoms were literally just fever and chills. I felt a little light headed but that was it. No other symptoms of anything. They take lots of blood, do blood cultures, urine sample, check me for the flu because they had just seen their first case the day before, did a chest x-ray, and an EKG. The culprit? My urine! I apparently had a urinary tract infection that was left untreated and had moved to my kidneys. Only I had zero symptoms of a UTI or kidney infection. Listen I drink water ALL day long which in turn means I pee ALL day long. I had no painful urination, never felt like I had to pee and nothing was coming out. Zero symptoms! So while this wasn’t directly related to my surgery, my surgery did affect the way my body reacted to the infection. Once they realized what was going on I received and IV of antibiotics and a script. I followed up with my primary doctor a few days later. He looked up my blood work to make sure I wasn’t resistant to the antibiotic they gave me and guess what? …. ding ding ding you guessed it, I was! Heres the kicker, he took another urine sample and it came back clean and there was no new bacteria growth. Wanting to play its safe, he gave me another antibiotic anyway. I am finally feeling better and back to having energy and an appetite. It’s crazy how different my body reacts to things now. It definitely made me be more self-aware and to really pay attention and listen to my body.
Okay, enough of that stuff. A new non scale victory for me… Going to buy new jeans and grab what I thought was my size only to realize that I needed a smaller size. So my friends drum roll please…. I have gone from a size 18 to currently a size 12. A lot of people keep asking me how much I’m down now and my response has been that I stopped weighing myself which is true. But for this update I did just weigh myself today and saw that I am officially down 60 pounds! I honestly cannot believe it. It’s so weird to me because I feel like I have become a bit obsessed with not liking how certain body parts look. Not at all trying to sound vain. I just look at pictures of myself and think how could I do that to myself? How could I let myself go like that? Why didn’t I make myself a priority? Why didn’t I love myself enough to take control? I’m not trying to beat myself up but it does kind of make me sad that I let it get that bad. I know I’ve said it before but it truly makes me appreciate this tool and the opportunity I have been given. As always I appreciate all of the support that I have received over the past few months. So many of you have gone out of your way to check in with me or just to tell me that you’re rooting for me and I appreciate each and every one of you.