Dr Miroshnik recommends that you don't drive again for 7 days following your surgery. This is another reason why I should have stayed in Sydney for a little longer. The moment I returned home, on the 5th day, I was in the car. I didn't even think about what it would feel like. I didn't have far to travel, I had to take my son to school. Let me say it was interesting experience, I think I had totally underestimated my limitations.
I get in the car, which in itself was a task. My little car is quite low to the ground. Usually I would sort of hold on to the back of the seat to get in. This time, there was no way that was happening. Each time I tried to grab the seat, it would pull on my pecs....and that is not a feeling I want to feel so close post surgery. I end up kind of squatting and sliding in. Wish I had a video of that!
To get out of my garage and then my driveway, I have to reverse and swing the car around. So....with pecs that are as tight as you can only imagine, this is hard work. I basically have to pull my elbows in to my sides, hold the bottom of the steering wheel with only my fingertips and turn like I was in a driving lesson.....bit by bit, there was no swinging my arms over one another. So I finally get out of the driveway and on to the street. NERVOUS! Being in control, or should I say somewhat in control of a vehicle, while feeling so vulnerable was giving me much anxiety. I drive a convertible car, and I was way too vulnerable to even have the roof off. I felt so exposed.
Putting on my seatbelt was interesting. It cut straight across my chest, in all the wrong places. My breasts were really sensitive, so I ended up having to hold the seatbelt away from me, as it didn't sit properly when I took my right arm out of it to let it rest on my waist. So picture this......my right arm is holding the seatbelt away from me, while my elbows are beside my waist and the tops of my fingers are gripping the bottom of the steering wheel. Probably should have listened to Dr M and arranged for someone else to do the driving....but, it was a little too late for that now.
I started the 15km drive to my son's school. The first turn out of the street...piece of cake. The second....was a roundabout...not so much. Although I only had to go straight through the roundabout, it was really hard to do, after all, I was only holding on the steering wheel by my fingertips. lol Straight away I approach another roundabout because let's face it, Brisbane just don't have enough roundabouts! This time I had to make a right turn. As I get to it, I am super nervous, I 'joke' with my son that this may not have been the brightest idea. Turning is really hard when you are gripping the steering wheel with only your fingertips. There really is no way at this point that my arms can lift high enough out in front of me to hold it properly. As I drive the remainder of the journey, which luckily is pretty much straight, I spend the majority of the time adjusting my seating position, the seat belt and even the steering wheel. I just could not find a comfortable way of sitting in my car. My amazingly comfortable, little sports car had now suddenly become a heavy, 4 ton truck.
Over the next couple of days and in to weeks, I had a little bit of driving to do that just couldn't be avoided. It was the same scenario. Holding my seatbelt away from my chest, elbows to the side, fingertip steering. None of it was fun. The driving became easier, but even now, 12 weeks on, I still find myself adjusting my seating position. I guess on some days my breasts are still taking a different shape and feeling more sensitive than on other days.....but there is no pain or discomfort (that went away around week 3) and the great news is.......I love my car again. :)
H xx :)
My son nearly stayed home from school the next day. haha.