Thanks,
@Irish Joe. I love your pun. Yes, we love our creature comforts, especially when everything is specially set up to cater for our needs during recovery and yes, it does feel good to walk unaided even if it is in a pool.
I do like to try to be as independent as I can and will tackle small things without asking my husband to do them for me but I am being careful not to overdo things or do anything to jeopardise my recovery. Sometimes my husband catches me struggling to do things and tells me not to and that he will do it.
Hey, I will tell you another funny story. When I was in the first hospital after my surgery I had to have a doppler test to check for blood clots (standard procedure with this surgeon). This was done the day before I was to be transported by ambulance to the rehabilitation hospital. During that first week in hospital I stayed in the hospital gowns instead of using my nightwear. Typically these gowns wrapped around and had a tie at the side and a set of buttons on top of each shoulder. Now, because the gown would often half choke me when getting back into bed the nurses would undo the button on the shoulder or the tie on the side of the gown. This did not matter when I was lying in bed and I could do the tie up if I got out of bed.
On the day I had to have the scan I was given a gown which was missing one of the ties and only had a stumpy bit where it had broken off. So, when the orderly came with the gurney to take me for the doppler test I told him I did not have a tie on the gown and wanted to grab my dressing gown. He had the gurney right outside the door and my room was at the end of the corridor so he said not to worry about the gown and just to get on the gurney. I was still using the forearm walker at that stage and he walked in front of me and I backed onto the trolley and he covered me with a blanket. I was told I would not be getting off the trolley even for the test.
After I had the test the technician put my gurney outside the door so that I could be wheeled back to my room. I thought the same orderly was going to take me back to my room but it was a different guy. When we arrived outside my room and I had to get back on my forearm walker I realised I could not use the walker and hold my gown closed at the same time. I explained this to the orderly and he held a blanket up behind me as I walked into my room apologising profusely for "flashing" my bottom. It must have given him a good laugh for the day.
Also, during the first day or two at the hospital I was accidentally given the lady next door's lunch instead of my gluten free lunch. I was a bit suspicious of a couple of things on my plate and could not remember what I had ordered so I ate it anyway only to have them bring me my correct lunch after I had finished it. I knew I had ordered chicken breast but that was for dinner that night and there were deli chicken slices and a salad on my plate so I thought it must have been gluten free if they served it up to me. I fell asleep and woke up feeling nauseous and quickly pressed the help button and grabbed a small bowl on my bed table to vomit into. The nurse brought me a vomit bag and I got rid of the rest of the meal. I was offered anti-nausea medication but declined taking it as I thought it better to bring it all up. That episode was not so funny but I survived. Ha, ha.
It's just passed 4 am in the morning and I got out of bed a couple of hours ago as I could not get to sleep so I am going back to bed now. My shoulders were aching and I had a vague headache so I took a couple of Panadol Osteo.