Barbaraj
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Well, today is officially the start of week two and I have great hopes for it! Time to start feeling better, please? After soaking the glue strip with Vaseline for 10 minutes, my sweet husband helped gently peel it off, while I watched, with tense face and occasional gasps. All in all it was very easy, just a few stinging moments towards the end where I clearly hadn't put on as much Vaseline towards the bottom of the strip. After that, it was into the shower to wash the area gently and then after drying off I put on another dry dressing. I had my husband using some tape to hold these dressing pads on the last few days, but I've discovered that underpants actually do a reasonably good job so skipped the tape. Very glad to have this over although the area around the incision is still so blistered and nasty looking. But, now the glue strip is gone I'm hoping these blisters will fade quickly. I have my two week check up next Tuesday so we'll see how it's looking then and what they have to say about it. I continue to be baffled by this experience only because I've never had an allergic reaction to anything before, no allergies at all! But it is what it is--onwards!
Feeling okay this morning, although still stiff and uncomfortable upon arising from bed (despite the need for sleep, the first hour after I get up I'm moving so slowly and awkwardly). But I did take a step last night that I'd sworn I wasn't going to do this recovery (why am I so stupidly stubborn sometimes?!) and I broke down and took an oxycodone finally. I was feeling my carefully crafted "Polly Perky" façade starting to slip back into whiny blubbering (I was so tired from a bad night's sleep the night before and the strain of faking it can be wearying) so my long suffering husband said, "you're being foolish--just take the darn oxy--it's not the beginning of the end!" So, as with Jane Eyre ("Reader, I married him") I took the plunge, and popped one around 10:00 last night. I got to sleep right away, a fairly heavy (drugged) sleep until around 2:30. I woke up, slightly uncomfortable, but was able--shock and awe--to drift back to sleep without more medication and, even more impressive, no pee break! I woke up around 6:30, had coffee and popped my morning baby aspirin plus a dose of extra strength Tylenol and while I am still, of course, stiff and sore, it feels a bit more manageable this morning.
So, the journey continues. Another day, and it's sunny so feeling chipper about that. Just hope it doesn't get too hot as I've discovered, cue last Sunday, that recovering hipsters do not do well in excess heat and no air conditioning.
Feeling okay this morning, although still stiff and uncomfortable upon arising from bed (despite the need for sleep, the first hour after I get up I'm moving so slowly and awkwardly). But I did take a step last night that I'd sworn I wasn't going to do this recovery (why am I so stupidly stubborn sometimes?!) and I broke down and took an oxycodone finally. I was feeling my carefully crafted "Polly Perky" façade starting to slip back into whiny blubbering (I was so tired from a bad night's sleep the night before and the strain of faking it can be wearying) so my long suffering husband said, "you're being foolish--just take the darn oxy--it's not the beginning of the end!" So, as with Jane Eyre ("Reader, I married him") I took the plunge, and popped one around 10:00 last night. I got to sleep right away, a fairly heavy (drugged) sleep until around 2:30. I woke up, slightly uncomfortable, but was able--shock and awe--to drift back to sleep without more medication and, even more impressive, no pee break! I woke up around 6:30, had coffee and popped my morning baby aspirin plus a dose of extra strength Tylenol and while I am still, of course, stiff and sore, it feels a bit more manageable this morning.
So, the journey continues. Another day, and it's sunny so feeling chipper about that. Just hope it doesn't get too hot as I've discovered, cue last Sunday, that recovering hipsters do not do well in excess heat and no air conditioning.
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I felt like I had been freed from "the recovery room"
It may be hard for you to sense that from where you are in early recovery, but you really are coming back. I hear the Barbaraj we have come to know and love. So glad you took the narcotic to sleep. Maybe if you do that a few more nights, you will gain the strength you need to move forward even more quickly.
It must feel so good to get a few consecutive hours. I am very jealous. We are having a heatwave here just now and between back sleeping, ODIC pain and trying not to take codeine the nights have been tough. I am delighted that you got a bit of reprieve and hope today is a good one too !
Personally, I'm guessing we may hang onto it longer than we need simply out of fear, or not trusting our recently butchered leg can handle the weight or stress. I have every confidence that you will make use of what you need and lay the rest aside.