This is the kind of rabbit hole I fall down when interests collide: data analysis of last year’s tomato harvest, written by hand in a notebook I bound myself, as a reminder to stop procrastinating and get this year’s seeds started and planted out in time to enjoy a proper harvest this year.
We went on our first city vacation as a family this year, and we managed to get Connor sold on the idea of city vacations being a thing in the future.
For Connor’s first foray into the world of freeform roll-your-own city vacationing, we spent three nights in Chicago. Aaron and I hadn’t been to Chicago since our first visit some 14 years ago, and that was a couple years before Connor came on the scene. This time around, our only real agenda items were 1.) taking a hop-on, hop-off bus tour, 2.) eating at Ann Sather’s again, and 3.) trying Italian beef, all of which we successfully crossed off the list.
The gallery above features highlights from our arrival on Sunday, including deep dish Chicago pizza at Giordano’s; and our initial explorations on Monday, including our Big Bus Tour, a trip up the Willis (Sears) Tower, lunch at Luke’s Italian Beef, a brief (cold and windy) stop at Navy Pier, an afternoon shopping excursion, warming up inside the Apple Store, dinner at Shang Noodle, and dessert at Ghirardelli.
I’d forgotten how time-consuming it can be to properly manage one’s digital photos. That’s probably how I ended up with such a massive backlog of pics on my SD card.
Last night, the edges of the steri-strips began curling up and peeling away from my incision site. It didn’t take much help from me for them to come off entirely, revealing my new surgery scar.
I’m beyond satisfied with the cosmetic look of the scar, even freshly-healed. I even turned on my camera in a Teams meeting this afternoon, sans scarf, and didn’t get even a second glance. Except from N, who told me privately that it didn’t even look like I’d just had surgery.
Like the ubergeek that I am, I studied the surgery notes as soon as they were made available to me online. One thing I noted was that the “incision was made along one of the natural creases in the neck.” Never have I been so pleased to have neck creases! I’ve seen photos and videos of patients with a straight horizontal scar right across the front of the neck, and that’s definitely not ideal. My scar looks like it’s going to be No Big Deal.
One week after surgery, the pathology results came through. As expected, my lobe was NOT cancerous (and neither was the lymph node they also removed). I did a double-take at this gem, though:
For context, that would be a kiwi fruit shoved into the space behind my left collarbone. No wonder I felt so strange.
As for how I’m feeling now… the swelling has gone down considerably. Now there’s just a little spot in the vicinity of my trachea that’s still tender to the touch. My neck seems to have full range of motion side to side, but I can’t tilt my head to look up very far yet. Per the surgery notes, they did have to separate and reflect some muscles to get to the thyroid, so it’s not surprising to me that they’re still healing.
At my initial consultation with the surgeon, he told me that I most likely would not need to take thyroid hormones after my lobectomy. It had honestly never occurred to me to wonder exactly what my thyroid was responsible for and how it did it, beyond knowing that my bloodwork has been coming back in the normal range for the past decade. So, I did a little research, making sure to check the veracity of my sources before putting too much stock in what they had to say.
Since the thyroid plays a major role in regulating body temperature, one way to monitor thyroid health is basal body temperature, My normal body temp has always been about a degree below the typical 98.6F, so I decided to start taking my temperature every morning and logging it when I log my weight. (Again, being an ubergeek, I have an iOS Shortcut on my Apple Watch for entering my data into Apple Health.) Hoping that I don’t see any downward trends in my body temp — although it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I did have to take thyroid hormones.
I meet with my surgeon on Monday for my post-op follow-up. I’m not expecting any new info, although I am hoping for clearance to return to my Krav Maga classes.
Not everyone is OK with seeing incision sites, so I censored my steri-strip sutures for the good of the order. If you’re curious about what my incision looks like three days post-op, click the image for the uncensored version.
The strips on my incision actually look quite a bit less gnarly now that I’ve taken a proper shower (and ever-so-carefully patted them dry afterward). I feel less gnarly in general, too, with the remainder of the adhesives and whatnot finally scrubbed off of my skin.
I’m feeling closer to normal overall. My throat no longer hurts when I swallow, although the surgical strips still pull on the skin of my neck, and the swelling and tenderness is starting to subside. It’s hard to tell through the swelling, but I think my trachea might be moving closer to its normal position, now that there’s not a goiter in the way. The base of my skull still hurts like the worst cramp ever whenever I have my neck muscles engaged, though, and I developed a mild rash on parts of my face and neck last night after taking a dose of Oxycodone. Dealing with histamine reactions is old hat for me, thanks to my ultra-severe sensitivity to urushiol (poison ivy, et al.), so I just popped a Benadryl. Medications don’t seem to touch the muscle tension, though — only relaxing my neck and applying ice seems to do anything for it.
On the subject of my neck: I was a little surprised to find nothing in my discharge instructions about neck mobility exercises. Maybe my surgeon is planning to give me those at my two-week follow-up? At any rate, I’ve researched it myself, and have been doing some simple neck rotation exercises: up and down, left to right, ear to shoulder, and chin tucks (which my chiropractor has been having me do, anyway). Some internal tightness is keeping me from looking upward, but I’m only kept from looking farther left or right by the surgical strips pulling on my skin.
Yesterday, I did my best to get laundry done (with help) and make dinner, but I definitely overdid it a little — even with the two naps I took. I’m taking today and tomorrow off of work to rest and recuperate. I did have to get up at the usual time to get Connor out the door this morning, but then I went straight back to bed and slept for another few hours. Once I rolled out of bed and showered, the rest of the day has been spent researching, stretching, blogging, eating, and scheduling follow-up appointments.
And nerding out on the details of the surgery as found in my chart online… but that’s a post for another day.