I've been on bedrest since my cup component completely detached from the bone of my socket. It's so awful that the cup changes position all the time. One day I had a horrible time being able to use the bathroom, another day I laid in bed and sobbed because I was in so much pain I could barely move and has a huge struggle just getting into the bathroom. The other days have been just a notch or two above excruciating.
I have two kids who are very understanding and very happy for me that I'm finally going to be fixed and start the healing process. It kills them to see me in so much pain. My son is so happy it's almost surgery day but I don't know how he will emotionally handle me being gone for the week. He's a little nurturer and cuddler even at 12 1/2
Today I woke up and it was like the cup shifted right back into place. It was so weird. I kept my crutch just in case but it made me feel so normal and happy that I wanted to just get out of the house to anywhere so of course we chose to run to Target to get a couple last things we needed for their week ahead. We were there about and hour and a half, longer than I thought we would be and by the time we were leaving I was miserable. Sitting in one of those power carts when you are 5'11" is not comfortable at all. I can't stretch my bad leg out at all to make it comfortable. I came home and felt just horrible. I just wanted ice packs and sleep.
So I've been in bed since 3 or so and it's midnight and my eyes are WIDE OPEN. I'm exhausted but can't seem to sleep. I feel prepared. I feel that my kids are prepared though I'm missing helping them with their last week of the semester. I'm sure there is some anxiety in there. I just want to sleep.
I think knowing what the surgeon finds and what he has to do will be a big relief. I don't like unknowns. I can deal with anything, just tell me what I'm dealing with, ya know?
So I've done my best to NOT go to the hospital early because they would stick me in a bed and give me painkillers. I am in my comfy bed with no roommate and Fentanyl patches with no one waking me every 4 hours for vitals. But if this sucker shifts again tomorrow to a really bad spot again, I will go. I just wanted a little time with my kids to snuggle and laugh before I go, maybe play a board or card game or watch a movie. I know it's going to be awhile before I can do much with them when I get home. I keep thinking in my head that I have to get everything in the world organized for them like I'm going to be gone for months. It's weird. They are capable kids who need to learn to do a little more around the house and this will be a good chance to do those things and learn that mom's job is really hard and tiring.
I suppose I'm just venting now, should probably write in a diary but too tired to hand write. I'm hoping sleep comes soon. And I'm hoping that weird thought that I have to get the kids prepared for life will go away. Thanks for letting me just babble! I hope everyone out there is feeling as good as they can be!
Blessings,
Kara