I went to the doctor yesterday for my post-op visit. I saw the nurse practitioner because the surgeon is on vacation for this week and the next. She was really no help. She did tell me the cyst wasn't cancerous, which was good, but I wasn't really too worried about it. But she didn't have the surgical report, so we couldn't talk about anything that went on. Which, I really wanted to talk about. She did so much stuff we didn't talk about before the surgery.
The NP did tell me that I wasn't cleared to vacuum, sweep or mop for at least another week. Uh, oops. Nobody really talked about what to do or not to do afterwards. I also have to wait to take a bath for another week and when I do get to take a bath, someone has to clean the bathtub before I do. I can't do Pilates or lift weights for another 2 weeks. I can walk... I should've told her that she needed to be more specific than that because give me an inch and apparently I'll take a mile. You know, at the Y, "walking" 4.3 mph because it's not jogging.
So, I promised TD I would take it easy today to make up for all of the inappropriate behavior of before. Plus, I think I need to reserve my strength for Christmas Break. I have a feeling the girls are just going to make me postal.
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