Progress Update #4
Saturday, March 04, 2017
Hubby has become concerned about me lately because I have been isolating myself. At first, it was for purely medical reasons. I was pretty sick for a long time. The danger of infection is also a huge concern. The complications from my surgery were pretty gross, painful, ugly and debilitating. I also lost an aunt, to whom I was very close. On the last day in rehab, my roommate coded and died, while I was right next to her. That was a huge trauma. I was angry with my surgeon for being sloppy and causing me to be on the receiving end of complications. Emotionally and physically spent, all I wanted to do was hide. If I were in hubby's shoes, I would have been concerned too.
It wasn't that my friends ignored me. They called, texted and emailed me. I just felt so awful that I withdrew from everyone, until my friend dropped by to give me an invitation to her son's first birthday party. The vain side of me wished that I had taken the time to style my hair and put make up on because I looked pale and mussed. I instinctively wanted to hide my leg but remembered that some of it had healed and it didn't look quite as gross as it had previously. After all, my friend was here to see me, not to pass judgement on how I look. She only stayed for a short time period and yes, she was curious about my leg. It actually turned out to be no big deal. It was a nice visit and lifted my spirits.
The following day, I went to have my hair done. My hair turned out great but sitting for such a long time in a cramped position was a disaster for me physically. By the time hubby picked me up, I felt sick to my stomach and was ice cold. Hubby took me home, fed me lunch and insisted that I take pain medication. It took two hours for the pain to lessen to a tolerable level and for me to warm up. It was scary and discouraging. Thankfully, the visiting nurse was coming for a visit and I asked her tons of questions. The abbreviated version of her response is that I had eaten too little food, way too little protein, had too little sleep and need to work a little bit more on pain management. I also need to start going out a little and build up my stamina. She encouraged me to not be discouraged by what happened. Try something new every day until my body can withstand different activities. Okay, I can do that.
This morning, hubby helped me get ready and made me a protein breakfast. I ate most of it. Yay me! We packed my walker and wheelchair into the car and we drove to the Spring Festival that is being held in our town. My physical activity goal was to walk a few blocks and ride in the wheelchair the rest of the time. This I did successfully. Goal met. We walked (I actually rode) around the festival and stopped for lunch. We figured out a way to prop my leg up so that I could eat my lunch in a lovely area outside a restaurant. I could only stand that for a short period and wasn't hungry. We boxed up my salad and walked to a place where hubby could pick me up in the car. It was a lovely outing!
I can feel my mood changing. This is great news. Yes, I needed to rest and work on pain management when we got home. The good news is that I did it! My goal for the week is to try doing one activity per day. I will accept that I may not feel good after doing it. It is all part of the healing process. This is a huge step forward with my healing.