Yesterday when we finally returned from the hospital (after several rounds of hurry up and wait) I went through my bedroom on my way to the loo and it was so cool and quiet all I could think of was bed. It was way too early, but the lure was considerable. Sleep in the hospital? Surely you gest. Someone on my hallway was... displeased with her pain management and quite vocal about it, yelling for nurses rather than using the call button. It was loud and stressful.
Husband says I am doing much better than the first day of round one. I think maybe it isn't so much that the pain is more, but my in hospital pain management was less. When I went in for righty, I was on quite a considerable dose of tramadol as maintenance for long term pain management. Now that I am at home, I've added some of that back in and things are much more tolerable.
Husband notices I am much more self sufficient in getting out of my chair, in refilling my ice water and changing my ice packs. And now that he has reattached the basket to my walker and pulled up the standing mats off the kitchen floor, I'll mostly be able to manage my own food.
I think it makes a big difference that I had 2 months off the cane to relearn balance and to strengthen my right leg. It isn't quite strong enough, standing mostly on it during a shower, I'm shaky by the time I'm done, but it's doable.
I slept well. I am napping well. I am delighted that 'normal bathroom business' has resumed promptly.