Thanks for your support. As my husband said to Bill
@fulafoto yesterday it's time for me to get out and live. The texts, emails and TV have been my friends for so long that I get really overwhelmed by everything else as well now.
I digress.....yesterday Bill (Fulafoto) and his beautiful wife made the journey up from Canberra to visit us. He has been stalking me for a while now....

(Inside joke) and has been a great source of support during my dark days off the board here. It was lovely to meet them both and put people to the emails and texts and as I climbed into bed to rest when they left they had the HUGE drive back. Thank you for the visit and the super human effort you guys made, especially in the condition you find yourself in Bill.
I must say Bill gets around really well considering his oxy dose is higher than the dose I was given
Post surgery. I don't think he believes that the level of pain he is experiencing now will be a thing of the past, as in, it will be surgery pain that gets better each day...not that awful bone on bone pain that just gets worse each day. He is a pro on the crutches and stairs so imagine him in control of thewheelchair!
Well this weekend was out of control. Netball from 7.30am till 1.30 pm was way too much. We took the wheelchair for me to sit in and I got a few rides. To explain, I'm a very social person and so when I'm out I'm super UP. I love to chat and help and to be positive.....as discussed in great length here no one wants to be around the super down person do they? (Side note....DD1's team clapped when I walked onto the court to ask a question of the manager. Isn't that so sweet. They are 15 and haven't seen me walk (with crutches) this year) By the time the last game was playing I had started to get weepy. I don't think unless you have been through these type of surgeries etc that you realise how draining life is.
By the time I got home I had 8 text messages unanswered and a few other pressures and I just cried. I was so exhausted. I'd definitely overdone it this week. Hubby was on the bed counselling me and I was just crying. The kids joined in. I wanted to go to sleep but my sister was coming over (she's a nurse) to cut a bit of my internal stitching off that had poked through the scar so she arrived to all 4 of us on the bed...me crying.
Then she left and I had to return a call to a friend...yes necessary...kid stuff. Then we were going out and so I got no rest. Why did I go out? I didn't want to ....fell asleep 20 mins before we left but a friend hubby has been enjoying the company of asked us over and I really felt that he needed that social outlet. I knew if I didn't go he would have worried and even cancelled. I wanted to do it for him. I'd been out Friday too. And more text messages kept coming.
Why is it that when I had all the time in the world back in Jan, Feb, March when I was sitting around to ill to get up due to the infection that no one called or came over...and now? I'm sure you guys can relate but after you've been out post surgery you are so tired that to get a cup of tea is effort? Don't tell me it's just me? Let alone to sit on the phone for hours and give more energy to someone else's issues. And this has been my problem ....I obviously give to my friends but this experience has made me realise that when I needed it back...there Was very little support. That has made me reevaluate who I will put energy into I the future. But, I'm getting pressure from several people to chat and give to their issues....and to be honest I can't. I'm focusing on me, hubby and the kids. ( I made school lunches for the first time is months and it felt so good!!!) On getting better and giving back to them. On my projects to get this house back in order. On enjoying my life and my rest time. Sure it may sound selfish...but people I need to look after me. I look back and can see how sick I was. It's time for me to start living life on my terms...not theirs.
But when I get home so exhausted, from watching my kids and people want me to call them because they are having a bad day....I can't. I don't have the strength. It's not that I don't care. I love my family more. The joy on my kids faces because they know throughout this whole ordeal I only missed 2 netball games (I was in hospital) is worth the effort. But at the end of the effort for them....I don't have anything else to give. Does that make sense?
And why should I not go and enjoy a lunch out without having to get home and give more? Don't I deserve some happiness now? I think I do...but it's so hard for me to take it. Is anyone else like me?
My girlfriend saw me at netball and couldn't believe I cried all afternoon afterwards, She said that I seemed really good and obviously put on a good front because she didn't pick up I was so tired. She said you need to let others know that and stop being so tough. And that brings us full circle.....to Wayne and Bills chat yesterday. He said just because someone wants something from me doesn't mean I have to give it. Easier said than done. I hope I don't sound uncaring but I need people to remember (not you guys) that this is my 4th surgery - 3rd major surgery in 8 months as well as being unwell and I can't do it all. 2.5 weeks out....and I'm my worst enemy too.
My toxic friend commented to our mutual friend that I've refused to see her. That's not actually true. I've asked for space and to respect my needs. She dropped around unannounced the other day but I suspected it was her and didn't answer the door. She is oblivious to others needs and is apparently more down than the day over 2 years ago that her husband left. I worry about her but I've held her hand every step of the way and she has crossed the line in too many ways and I have nothing to give at present. My other friend thinks I need to tell her that it's time to snap out of it because I may just be the one she listens to? That just added to my stress. I'm so sad for her....I don't want to avoid her but I have nothing to give. I'm worried if I tell her that it's time To snap out of it and we will help her move forward but she has to want to....that it will be the straw that breaks the camels back. I want her to get angry with the cheater and get on with her life. Protect herself, stop telling her kids everything and expecting them to take sides against their dad or to get her through it. She is the parent. I've got a list of 20 things she could do to help herself but you really have to want to help yourself...and I can't in my present space take it all in when I cry for 2 hours after the visit because of exhaustion.
Well, if your still with me....thanks. I'm basically on a low dose on oxy for night and panadol forte...paracetamol and codeine during the day. The pain is more around the incision not the bone unless I walk too far. I've started doing small trips unaided to the toilet and I limp a little but if I squeeze my thigh and butt I walk better. I think those muscles got lazy.

I tried the walking stick this morning and success. I've lost a little weight from moving I think. My brain is still fried as Bill and his DW will attest to. 2 1/2 weeks out I can see that things were not quite right after the first surgery compared to this one.
Thinking as always about all of you.... Especially those fighting infections
@busylizzie @dianehelen and now Bill tells me
@Allycat 
And of
@shrinkette and
@calikat whose surgeries were not perfect either
I hope I still offer you all something worth reading.....and some level of support
You guys held my hand for so long xxxx
Gotta go....tears are coming
