Okay, it's day five of recovery and after a perfectly miserable day yesterday (can you say MAJOR pity party?!!) I am feeling a bit better this morning. It was muggy and hot in our upstairs bedroom yesterday afternoon and into the evening and I simply didn't cope very well. I had choices, yes, I could have gone downstairs where it would be cooler on the lower level of our house, but I gave up and was simply wallowing--swollen, stiff and painful hip and thigh, neck ache from sleeping on my back (argh!) and constipation gave way to the opposite problem. My husband was such a sweetie pie, kept asking what he could do as I just snuffled and whined away. I am resolved today to be better behaved and just, frankly, suck it up with a bit more grace and courage. This first week is simply the pits, but I need to grit my teeth and get through it. Those little blisters don't actually hurt,
@Layla, they are just around the edges of the glue strip so I'm inclined to think you're correct, it is just an allergic reaction and will go away at some point. So, unless/until they start bothering me (other than looking fiery red, a bit oozy and icky) I am resolved to STOP paying attention to them.
My husband got me a caramel macchiato at Starbucks this morning, and after slurping that down (a double shot so a good whack of caffeine) I brushed my teeth, put on more make-up than my pathetic lip gloss swipe and spindly eyeliner, brushed my hair, put on some tiny diamond earrings, spritzed on expensive perfume and decided I'm going to go downstairs and do a bit more walking today. I am not using that stupid walker anymore. I am walking (plodding) along slowly with my somewhat heavy and unresponsive left thigh, but I don't feel unbalanced or in danger of falling. Plus, lots of countertops, tables and other things to grab hold of if I were to feel a bit wobbly. I also decided not to take a second dose of Tramadol and substituted extra strength Tylenol for my early AM dose. Tramadol really wasn't doing a great job at controlling discomfort and really only useful as a sleep aide. And I never filled the oxy prescription. I have decided that putting up with a bit more ache and soreness is worth it, at least right now. I can always change my mind. I think being foggy brained is making me emotionally more vulnerable and weepy, and I hate that.
So, new day and one day further along on this recovery journey.