Dulcimer Diva
graduate
Weeks 4-5 post-op:
End of second week home, I was finally off warfarin. By now I'd gone out to dinner several times, frustrated at being unable to have my usual wine or eat the dark green leafy veggies necessary to maintain my weight loss. When I checked out of rehab, I was back down to 225, my pre-op weight; 10 days later I was at 214. By the middle of week 4, I had cut back further on my Norco--to one 10/325 tab first every 5, then 5-1/2 hours. And by now the warfarin was out of my system: this time the three of us toasted with actual champagne and a tiny jar of caviar I'd stashed for a suitable occasion. And I was able to switch from expensive and less effective Celebrex to generic OTC Aleve. My husband did the driving whenever we went out, which as a control freak of course drove me nuts. Restaurant chairs were either too low or high bar stools, and most rest rooms lacked a handicap stall with high enough toilet--but I coped. And the night of our champagne toast, I went upstairs to sleep in my own bed....and headed back down again. The bed was just too low to safely get in, and my side was the wrong side, requiring me to get in and lift both legs high before settling in--which did my back no favors. But we were able to switch our stuff on the nightstands, and the bedding store came and put the bed up on risers. So I was finally sleeping in my own bed. That meant getting up early to wash and dress for the day before even going downstairs for PT and coffee. Somehow, I got back into the swing of things. Meanwhile, despite the heat I was able to take a walk to the ice-cream parlor and around the block. I realized that until further notice, my walks were limited to my side of the major arterial at the end of our block: no way could I make it across, even starting with the start of the green, before the light changed, and Chicago drivers are not known for deferring to pedestrians in crosswalks. Oh, well. Was able to visit my best friends for dinner, and they thoughtfully let me lie on their couch, feet up on their wedge pillow, with an ice bag. That's what friends are for!
Week 5 was one of milestones: it was my last week of at-home PT, where I ultimately reached 127 degrees of flexion and -2 of extension. I also had my son drag my old recumbent exercycle into an air-conditioned spare room, where I can now do 15 min. with some resistance. Alas, it's not as pleasant as that recumbent elliptical in rehab, which i hope the outpatient PT center will have. Another milestone was walking to the drugstore to pick up some scrips--3 bl. ea. way up and back!
But it's been a week of challenges: my housekeeper is off till Monday, and today we had an aging air conditioner leak in the den and soak the carpeting, threatening to mildew. My son and his ex-GF, who have done yeoman service in my housekeeper's absence despite neither one driving, actually walked three miles to Home Depot for a wet-vac and a fan. All this on top of having to ride herd on our three cats--the oldest one, 16, has early kidney failure and needs to be fed separately from the two younger ones, who are obese and facing dental extractions the same day I go for my first dental cleaning since before surgery (yup, I filled my clindamycin scrip). And this week I cut back to 1/2 a Norco 10/325 every 6hrs; today was the first day I cut back to every 8 hrs. I am really feeling it, but the Aleve takes up most of the slack. (I also cut back to one 650mg time-release acetaminophen BID). Monday, when I have outpatient PT again, I am slated to go to every 12 hrs. I might need to pop a rapid-release 500mg. acetaminophen before the session.
So where am I 5 weeks post-op? Checked into rehab at 3 days, barely able to shuffle with a walker; today I am alternating feet on stairs and am not leaning on my cane when I go out walking. Today I even carried a full shopping bag from the farmers' market around the block. Going into rehab, I was taking two Norco 10/325s every 4 hrs; today, I am taking half a Norco every 8--that's 1/4 the dose and twice the interval. And I am at 211 lbs. and counting!
End of second week home, I was finally off warfarin. By now I'd gone out to dinner several times, frustrated at being unable to have my usual wine or eat the dark green leafy veggies necessary to maintain my weight loss. When I checked out of rehab, I was back down to 225, my pre-op weight; 10 days later I was at 214. By the middle of week 4, I had cut back further on my Norco--to one 10/325 tab first every 5, then 5-1/2 hours. And by now the warfarin was out of my system: this time the three of us toasted with actual champagne and a tiny jar of caviar I'd stashed for a suitable occasion. And I was able to switch from expensive and less effective Celebrex to generic OTC Aleve. My husband did the driving whenever we went out, which as a control freak of course drove me nuts. Restaurant chairs were either too low or high bar stools, and most rest rooms lacked a handicap stall with high enough toilet--but I coped. And the night of our champagne toast, I went upstairs to sleep in my own bed....and headed back down again. The bed was just too low to safely get in, and my side was the wrong side, requiring me to get in and lift both legs high before settling in--which did my back no favors. But we were able to switch our stuff on the nightstands, and the bedding store came and put the bed up on risers. So I was finally sleeping in my own bed. That meant getting up early to wash and dress for the day before even going downstairs for PT and coffee. Somehow, I got back into the swing of things. Meanwhile, despite the heat I was able to take a walk to the ice-cream parlor and around the block. I realized that until further notice, my walks were limited to my side of the major arterial at the end of our block: no way could I make it across, even starting with the start of the green, before the light changed, and Chicago drivers are not known for deferring to pedestrians in crosswalks. Oh, well. Was able to visit my best friends for dinner, and they thoughtfully let me lie on their couch, feet up on their wedge pillow, with an ice bag. That's what friends are for!
Week 5 was one of milestones: it was my last week of at-home PT, where I ultimately reached 127 degrees of flexion and -2 of extension. I also had my son drag my old recumbent exercycle into an air-conditioned spare room, where I can now do 15 min. with some resistance. Alas, it's not as pleasant as that recumbent elliptical in rehab, which i hope the outpatient PT center will have. Another milestone was walking to the drugstore to pick up some scrips--3 bl. ea. way up and back!
But it's been a week of challenges: my housekeeper is off till Monday, and today we had an aging air conditioner leak in the den and soak the carpeting, threatening to mildew. My son and his ex-GF, who have done yeoman service in my housekeeper's absence despite neither one driving, actually walked three miles to Home Depot for a wet-vac and a fan. All this on top of having to ride herd on our three cats--the oldest one, 16, has early kidney failure and needs to be fed separately from the two younger ones, who are obese and facing dental extractions the same day I go for my first dental cleaning since before surgery (yup, I filled my clindamycin scrip). And this week I cut back to 1/2 a Norco 10/325 every 6hrs; today was the first day I cut back to every 8 hrs. I am really feeling it, but the Aleve takes up most of the slack. (I also cut back to one 650mg time-release acetaminophen BID). Monday, when I have outpatient PT again, I am slated to go to every 12 hrs. I might need to pop a rapid-release 500mg. acetaminophen before the session.
So where am I 5 weeks post-op? Checked into rehab at 3 days, barely able to shuffle with a walker; today I am alternating feet on stairs and am not leaning on my cane when I go out walking. Today I even carried a full shopping bag from the farmers' market around the block. Going into rehab, I was taking two Norco 10/325s every 4 hrs; today, I am taking half a Norco every 8--that's 1/4 the dose and twice the interval. And I am at 211 lbs. and counting!
United Kingdom
Keep on, keep'n on Diva!