So, I think I'm pretty much at the point of recovery where a lot of people hit the post-op depression.
I'm not depressed, but I'm just really exhausted from the tedium of recovery at this point.
It's been almost 2 months, and I'm still in pain almost every time I'm standing, sitting is still uncomfortable, dilation is still painful every time (that last inch is just SO painful... OW!,) and although swelling is finally starting to go down to a reasonable level and my energy levels have recovered significantly I am still REALLY REALLY tired of feeling so fragile and breakable and unable to just live life without recovery pain.
Every single day, day after day, for 2 months straight. That's enough to wear anyone down.
I have to go back to work in only 1 week. I start back on October 9th. I'm dreading it so much because I know I'm going to be in serious pain sitting down for so long every single day on a full-time schedule.
Dilating with the #2 dilator hasn't really gotten any easier since the 2nd day I did it. I still have to force it in every single time, and the resulting stretching sensation was still painful every single time. And it didn't get any easier. After a few days where it got easier, suddenly it started getting worse, it felt like I was hurting myself more and more, little by little, every single time I did it, so after about a week and a half of forcing myself to use it, yesterday I decided that for my own mental health I had to give it up and go back to just #0 and #1 until I'm more healed. Because it was getting to the point where dilation was becoming something that I dreaded, to the point that I was actually skipping dilations because I was procrastinating and then falling asleep.
Keeping up with the 3X daily schedule has been REALLY difficult. My uncle came to visit for 5 days last week, and because his schedule wasn't attuned to my dilation schedule, I missed my afternoon dilation for 4 out of those 5 days. I always got my morning and night dilation in, but that afternoon dilation is just really hard to keep up with when you're trying to have a life. Where was I supposed to fit it in? Once we left the house, there's not much I can do, we're not going to just go sit somewhere for an hour in the middle of the day just so I can dilate. And I'm not the type of person who can wake up at 7 am every morning just in order to squeeze a dilation in as soon as I wake up so that I can get another one in at noon before a hotel check-out. I don't have that kind of dedication. My dilation schedule was always 11 am, 5 pm, 11 pm, which just wasn't feasible with my uncle visiting.
So yeah, this has not been a fun two weeks. I haven't been able to keep up, my tolerance levels for this ongoing persistent pain are running thin, and I really really really want to just be freaking done with this emotionally-draining recovery.
Ugh...
I was not expecting surgery recovery to be this difficult. I was prepared for a lot of pain immediately after surgery. I was not prepared for my body still feeling fundamentally injured/recovering, still dealing with constant 2/10 pain that never lets up, a whole 2 months after surgery with no immediate signs of the pain getting better any time soon.
I've cried a few times in the last few days because I'm so tired of hurting.
Also, my hair is still falling out. (My hairdresser said "yeah, you can expect that after any major surgery.")
I don't think I like surgery recovery very much... I'm glad this one is done, and I wouldn't take it back for the world, but I'm actually rethinking FFS because this is just taking so damned long, and taking so much out of me. I don't know if I want do this again. I don't know if a minor improvement in my face is really worth going through this kind of healing process all over again. I miss feeling healthy so much.