So life is good. Getting back to normal. I actually got to clean my house. Okay, it took me 2 weeks and I just did the downstairs, but its a start. I know, twisted, to be excited about cleaning, but I like to have a clean house.
The new hormone type pills are started to kick in. Some side effects that I am having are swollen hands and feet, sometimes my feet are so swollen, it hurts to walk on them and my shoes are very tight. My fingers are like little vienna sausages and when I use them, they ache, but the swelling isn’t too bad yet and I am dealing with it. Another side effect is leg aches. Like I have worked out real well, but I haven’t, and my muscles are very sore. Hurts to walk, hurts to sit. My legs feel very heavy and stiff, but the doctor said this would pass. If not, then we change the pill to something else.
The other side effect is the moodiness. My husband says he hasn’t noticed any bad emotional changes, but he’s probably just being nice. Or maybe he is too afraid to say anything. 
The doctor asked today how everything was going and my reply was “sometimes I just don’t tolerate things very well”. He liked that one. And I guess that is a good way to explain it. I am just tolerating some things. I know that these things (whatever they are) shouldn’t be bothering me, but for whatever reason they are just pissin’ me off and I truly have to walk away. I am trying to be honest with my family and telling them up front, “don’t mess with mom right now” I am giving them fair warning. I think that is nice of me. Tropical Storm Mom, brewing in the area, could become a hurricane soon, be alert and ready to evacuate. Watch the news, stay alert, be prepare. Okay, maybe not that bad, but my grandpa did compare me to an ocean, so….I’m just sayin’.
So my last blog I talked about my next procedure, stage 3, NAC. I wasn’t sure how to talk about this, so I just left it alone, but too many people are asking, so, well here goes… NAC, nipple areola reconstruction. Nuff said! Okay, this is a tricky one for me to talk about. I am slightly embarrassed and very uncomfortable talking about it. ( the word nipple is right up there with crotch and vomit, in words I don’t like to say or hear) I actually was not going to have this part of the reconstruction done. I just didn’t see the point. (okay, no pun intended) I really had to do alot of thinking about it. But as I get further into recovery and starting to see my new shape, well, they need nipples. Plan and simple. And with nipples come the tattooing. That is stage 4. They will tattoo the nipple and areola to look natural. Cool, okay, if the girls are getting tats, then so am I. And not just on the girls, but maybe my ankle too. I know, my mom and dad may totally freak out, but hey, I figure, I am 45 and I just went through something so life changing that I will never be the same, so I am gonna do it. My man is probably going too as well. But no matching tats for us, we got our own ideas and that is very cool. Now we just got to find the right artist to do the work.
Well, my fingers hurt, I’ve been sitting to long and I am not tolerating the noise from the kids, so I need to go for a walk. I know, my legs hurt, its too hot, blah, blah, blah, but a girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do!
