@Poppet I recognize that I am still in recovery -- my physical recovery has been amazing. The visible factors are simply outstanding: smooth movement of hip, increasing range of motion, pain never above 0-1, incision healing not only nicely but almost fading quickly (though still about 1-2 inch numb area and 1/16 inch hard area right under incision), even without the sleep I am not really tired (don't really feel like I'm getting less than 4-5 hours). I'm walking super smooth except when right hip starts to bother me. I know my body is still doing a tremendous amount of healing inside healing tissue and bone, etc. In fact, my 16 year son asked how I was doing (thank heaven for alone in the car time), and I was impressed with how well I explained everything to him (confirming it in my mind, of course, as I am firm believer in teaching something is the best way to learn something). Physically, I don't feel I could be doing any better.
I adjusted my diet day before yesterday. Focused all day on sleep inducing food and absolutely avoiding all caffeine -- I guess it worked I fell asleep at 6:45 p.m. and slept until 5:30 a.m. My hubby said I woke up and ate dinner with him but just a vague recollection of that. Yesterday, I spent much time outside, and was careful, but not as careful, to eat well. My son needed rides to and from friends so I didn't go to bed til midnight but then laid awake fighting off my thoughts. I will have to try the getting up and doing the glass of milk and banana. Maybe even distracting myself with some small task? I wouldn't call this normal depression/blues - I do feel very accomplished in physical recovery and upbeat and positive, otherwise.
However, during the night, while I rest but don't go to sleep, my mind goes into these awful areas. I dealt with my wanting my old parts back last Sunday (ceremonial fire, burning the picture, "proper" though symbolic saying goodbye). Your words of wisdom really helped accept my new body part. I'm beginning to obsess over whether and when right hip needs done. The bigger stressor is the sedative during surgery. During the day, I accept that I "slept" through the surgery. I had asked OS and anesthesiologist to be awake for surgery. I did not explain myself well. I wanted to know what my body was experiencing and to not be missing the memories. I gave anesthesiologist "permission" during pre-op meeting to lie to me about sedative and to allow me to think that I was going to be able to be awake. I needed to get to the surgery. The OS and anesthesiologist both told me no and I okay-ed (I didn't jump off of table). I even closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax and accept. Now, I feel like that part of my mind is saying "Ha, now I'm going to make you stay awake every night for the rest of your life while I try to remember all the details of what happened." But, I know those memories are not there. I just have to accept it. Day time, I can - my mind and body are busy doing other things, and I realize how useless the worries are. Night time, puh. I have had three decent nights sleep in the 24 days since surgery. I know physically my body deserves better and needs sleep for recovery. What to do?