Heather, I feel for you. To have your surgery go wrong is a nightmare and it is no surprise that you are miserable. These things carry risks, but I don't think we ever consider that it will be us who will be on the sharp end. We worry about anesthetics and pain and scars--it never really occurs that the whole thing will go pear shaped. I had the same surgery in late 2006 and had all manner of problems--thankfully not exactly the same as you--but it was stressful and disappointing none the less.
It's easier to 'cope' while you are busy and everyone is trying to sort the mess out. It is very much different when you get to the 'that's the best we can do' stage.
Does it get better? Hard to say. It certainly stops being the first thing you think about in the morning, and the last thing you think about at night. I still hate the bathroom mirror and have become adept at avoiding my naked reflection. The irony is that there is nothing like a bigger disaster to distract you from the last one; let's just hope you stop crying and find something that is a pleasant distraction--that works best for me. Marg xxx