On Wednesday, it will be three weeks since surgery. That milestone has been pretty implanted on my mind.

Why? Because my doctor doesn’t like to keep surgical drains near implants in past this day.

Last Monday, I was able to get two drains pulled (one from each breast). However, my hopes of getting my other two pulled on Friday didn’t happen.

That’s why I’ve had my mind set on this Wednesday. I knew that I would have at least two more drains removed on this day.

I emailed Katie (Dr. Kronowitz’s PA) my drain outputs today so she could give me the OK to have the remaining two breast drains removed on Wednesday. She called me this afternoon.

My left breast is still draining higher than she would like, so she wants me to wait until Friday to get them pulled. She also thought that I might be able to get a back drain pulled by that time, too. That would leave me with only one remaining back drain.

I was not really happy about the idea of waiting another two days. I’m tired, overly emotional and have a major case of cabin fever.

I’m ready to start feeling better.

But, I can do Friday.

Unfortunately, I called my OBGYN who has been beyond amazing in helping me locally.

Turns out, she isn’t in the office on Friday. Or Monday.

So, it turns out, I will not be able to get any additional drains pulled until next Tuesday. That is eight more days.

I’m still adjusting to the idea that I will have another full week of sleeping while sitting up — for no more than about three hours a time. I will have another full week of every move I make causing a painful tug on a stitch or a drain in some way.

Another week of feeling crappy.

I’m trying to conjure up a good and positive attitude. The only thing I can come up with is that at least it isn’t chemo.

I’ll keep repeating this.