Hi all,
It’s been 12 days since my THR, and I think I might be getting a case of the blues. Can someone help me sort out fact from fiction in my head?
1) I feel guilty that I’m not all into the Christmas spirit; in fact, I keep forgetting that people out in the real world have been shopping and decorating their homes for the past few weeks! I see
friends on FB , including peoples’ adorable doggies in sweaters, and I realize how utterly detached I am from the present time! Also, I live alone, and I’ve been mostly holed-up here with my pets; recovery has been my full-time job! I can walk with a cane (slowly), but, truthfully, I wouldn’t feel comfortable or stable in a crowd of people and shopping carts. Unless my PT visits, I am pretty much alone all day/every day. Normally, I like living alone, but I’m feeling oddly alienated from the world right now(hard to explain).
2) I so badly want to drive (and really could since it was my left hip that was replaced), but I’m terrified to drive because I still take a small dose of pain meds in the a.m. and a small dose before bed. I’ve put HUGE pressure on myself to get all the way off pain meds so that I can drive and be 100% independent! Is this an unrealistic expectation at 12 days? Oh, and I was assigned to bring pies to Christmas dinner, but I need to go to a store or bakery to purchase them, which feels like I may as well have offered to travel to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro to get them! Even the thought of getting myself into attire that isn’t pajamas and putting on a little makeup seems overwhelming...Christmas or no Christmas!
3) To top all of this off, my grandkids (ages 6 and 4) and my son and dil will be in a nearby town (staying at their cousins’ house), and I feel as though I will be a giant disappointment to them in terms of things we like to do together when they come to California to visit. We typically go to the beach and make sand castles or just walk in the little ripples at the shoreline. I’m afraid to walk on sand yet...cane or no cane! I only see them a few times per year and want every minute to count.
Okay, so am I blowing all of this out of proportion? Is that how the blues feel? As I wrote all of this down, I audibly heard myself sigh....
Cheers,
Patrikya