Golly I've been a grumpy so and so over the last 3 weeks. I've come to the conclusion that being restricted to certain tasks and having to wait for this recovery to go through the process, that I have lost sight of all the new things I can do.
Looking over my last few posts and realizing that I have focused on things that really don't need my attention at this moment. I'm not normally a moaner but I suppose handling days when your cooped up and trying to keep entertained finally gets to you.
I have noticed something though. The silly thing is, the more painkillers I take, the easier my day is soooooo I do far too much without realizing. So of course I pay the price. I expect I'm not the first in this.
The healing process is long and your mind wants to get at it with this new life your promised. And I think for most of us the wait has been many many years.
I know in a few months time these days will fade into the background and life will become a reality again.
But this week I have some new joys that I have taken a moment to reflect on. I can now drive a little further than last time. At 11 weeks I can now , with effort, go up the stairs normally (I got fed up of going up one by one and it was becoming a pain) I can only walk a short distance with a walking stick, but I'm trying to improve on my distance and will try not to become disappointed (which I was last time). I think that was what sent me into a slight depression. But I have regrouped my energies in what should happen to what will happen, given time.
Having raging toothache really was the last straw for me at the end of last week which put me into a tearful few days.
Funny how after a major op with major pain, you fight the good fight and get through it but along comes something minor and bang! your down on your knees and here pops up this emotional wreck.
I really went into "I FEEL SORRY FOR ME" mode.
My op leg is now moving and doing what it should and I can now reach my ankles with my hand so I can now tie up my own shoes!!!! And shave my legs ( as hubby refused to go THAT far with his assistance). I did cellotape a razor to the end of a long BBQ spatula (only thing in the house that had the right length) but it was bit dodgy
So all in all I now just have to master walking further, bending down, sitting comfortable, getting a comfortable nights sleep and energy levels then get back into work. The pain I'm experiencing will go and I will keep up the painkillers till I really don't need them. Here's to the next 11 weeks of recovery.