Ah, good morning--a Monday, and the start of a new week. I am hoping today won't be as warm as yesterday. I felt very wilted by yesterday midafternoon, and while, yes, I know it's summer, it can feel pretty miserable when temperatures are over 80 and you have no air conditioning and are a complete "heat weenie! But it's still fairly early in the day, and my study window is open and the air feels cool and refreshing. Today's "big event" (oh, so sad to even be writing this, but hipsters all understand...) might be a trip to the grocery store at some point. We're low on a few things, and while I'm sure my husband would be fine going by himself--probably even prefer it to having his slow moving wife tottering along beside him--he's very nice about agreeing to things I suggest.
Saturday's birthday dinner went well and I even treated myself to a cocktail (switching over to just Tylenol before bed that night, in an abundance of caution), a delicious "Italian Greyhound" which was basically a greyhound (my favorite cocktail) with a shot of compari. My daughter seemed to enjoy dinner, and the earlier entertainments (which I didn't attend, preferring to save myself for food and drink!) of pedicures for herself, her sister, daughter and best friend, followed by an escape room experience where the ladies were joined by my husband, older son, my brother and his son. Even absent hip recovery, I am not sure I'd enjoy an escape room as it sounds rather stressful to me but everyone who went said it was lots of fun. Dinner lasted far too long for me as I am only good for about an hour sitting in a hard chair, even with the foam cushion I brought with me, but I kept slightly shifting on the seat and trying to maintain a pleasant facade for my daughter's sake. But, so relieved when dinner was finally over. I walked slowly to the car and collapsed onto the relative comfort of a slightly reclined car seat
I do understand,
@Ptarmigan, that I am experiencing pain which can be described variously as the burning, throbbing, aching, etc. The real issue for me is the word SEVERE which is problematic. When I think severe pain, I think about childbirth! While I had epidurals for both my daughters, I had an unmedicated birth with my son, mercifully short (3 hours total) labor but so fast they had no time to get any drugs pumped in. Now, THAT was severe, take my breath away and awful pain! No matter how achy and sore I've been in recovery, it just doesn't qualify in my experience, as severe pain. But you are right, it's a daily assessment and decision about medication, and I'll just keep chugging along!
And, oh,
@Fiona444, I totally cracked up at your saying shaving would equal dog grooming! It definitely brought a smile to my face this morning, much needed and appreciated. I actually just used a regular razor and a lot of weird contortions. Okay, maybe the back of my left leg was still a bit stubbly, but I think I did okay, and it was so nice to rub lotion into my dry and flaky legs. I know that my last surgery someone suggested a "giraffe" razor, something you can apparently buy on Amazon, but I was able to do a fairly reasonable job without it so soldiered on and, of course, with time my flexibility returned along with the ability to lift my leg up sufficiently that shaving felt normal again.
You are right,
@Debru4, surgery is a totally humbling experience! I suppose I do have a newfound respect for my remarkable body, healing slowly but steadily (she said to herself, confidently and positively) while appalled on the other hand at what a toll is taken by this surgical experience. Those miserable compression stockings look so awful with anything I wear--I guess I didn't mind last time because it was cooler weather and I wasn't wearing sandals, but I feel so Nurse Nancy looking, and doddering, with the white hose! It is indeed massively humbling, and not in a good way. Definitely wasn't "feeling the love" this past weekend when I ventured out!