But before naptime...

I'm taking an afternoon nap after this post. I got up early to go to the Ella Moss/Splendid sample sale. Did great! Two cute Ella Moss dresses (one "perfect", one needs a cardigan, which YAY, I found too...), and 3 Splendid shirts. SO soft. My Mom wasn't sure if we should go this morning but um, as long as I'm not dying, right? I also finally found a website (a woman waiting in line gave me the tip this morning) that lists all LA sample sales. I'm doomed, officially. Which means I'm gonna need more than a job. I'm gonna need a sponsor.

Speaking of what feels like my impending death on my friggin' hips, I'll give the full story.

5:00: Shower. I notice red bump. Naturally begin worrying cycle. Text Dr. Aboolian and call.
5:45: Meet Dad for dinner at [what used to be] my favorite restaurant, Souplantation. It's a buffet, but we had a 2-fer, so it wasn't like I would be overpriced. Worrying left me with little appetite, and to make things worse, the cornbread with honey butter I loved SO much as a younger me, just isn't as good as I remember. The brownie muffin was, but I only let myself have a bite of that. You would too.
6:45: Temple with Dad
7:15: Crying hysterically with worry and leave services. Call Cindy to meet me at home.
7:45: Home. I cry. I talk. I'm so glad she was there.
8:00: No reply from Aboolian, so I go "Fuck it, use the answering service".
8:03: On my way to Aboolian's office with Cindy. He had a Lower Body Lift surgery that day, and those run late. Hell, mine took 11 hours!

So he looks at it, goes, in a nice non-profanity way, WTF? "I saw you here yesterday, it was fine!" Yeah, tell me about it. We drained the infection, and he told me to eat 2,00 calories a day and up my veggie/fruit intake. Remind me to work on that today...salad at dinner! I'm going to CPK for a date. *scans menu* Mmm, chopped salad.

Oh, back to my life. I'm frustrated. It finally hit me last night WHAT I've been through, and it hasn't been easy. It's also scary to not be responding to a litany of antibiotics. I've been on a total on 4 different antibiotics and of those, been through 5 rounds in almost 3 months. Granted, you automatically take 3 for surgery, then I had the wound opening (+1), infection (+1). The last one is Amoxycillin, a very powerful antibiotic. You'd think it would kill this damn infection, but nope. They cultured it to see what it is exactly, so if it comes back, we'll know how to kill it. Better yet, can we make me a vaccine? But don't forget to test it on an animal first (sorry, PETA).

So that was rough. But, thankfully, it doesn't hurt. It's annoying, I'm SICK of ABD pads (very absorbent, thick pads that I've had to adhere with tape). Oh, tape. I'm also allergic/sensitive to many medical tapes. I finally found one that doesn't leave my delicate white skin so friggin' red. Or, as Dr. Aboolian prefers, my "Ashkenazi pale skin". Hahaha. So true.

Anyway, I'm also feeling fine. I'm tired today (I also woke up early and spent most of yesterday in anxiety, so that can explain it!), but other than that, the usual pep and energy, and I'm beyond grateful for that.

Today I put in an order for ProCare, apparently a not so happy tasting but really good at healing supplement. I read the studies. But $122 for two canisters? That's 50 scoops altogether, I need to take 3 a day, so this will last me...17 days? Oy. But if it's a true miracle worker, I guess it's worth it. Beats regular infections, right? Apparently it's formulated for the bariatric patient, blah blah blah...I'm just sick of being sick in the hips. So down it I will. Ugh, I get nauseous thinking about it.

So that's that. I'm deciding what to wear tonight for a first date. I'm thinking my T-shirt dress from American Apparel. In finding a picture to post with this, the model's face is just priceless. Who TAKES these pictures?!

I'm happy to have Zoey, she makes my life much more fun and relaxing. I need to bathe her, but I've been warned she's not a fan of baths. However, to get her bathed would be rather expensive, it seems. Blech. I guess I'll buy some dog shampoo tomorrow and bathe her, 'cause she needs it.

Oh, and for obvious reasons, my next plastic surgery date has been postponed. I hope no more than 2 weeks!