Recovering some more

17 days post surgery … just over 2 weeks.   Its been a long couple of weeks.    There have been amusing moments for sure.

Lying in bed after a day at home, and I go to roll over.  Except I can’t.  I am not in exceptional pain, nothing is stabby or painful ….. its just like my brain has this idea, but my body goes ….. Actually NO!  Had to call Tony to help me out of bed.  I do not appreciate him laughing.   This happens over and over …. and all members of the family have been summoned to haul my ass out of bed.  Thankfully its got better, and I can get myself out of bed now ….. its neither sexy or graceful, but I can manage it.

Shopping  …. since I am not allowed to drive, my only outings seem to be the shops for groceries (such is the excitement of my life right now).  I am good, I don’t push trolleys, I don’t stack the checkout, I don’t lift bags …. hell I don’t even take my purse, so I don’t pay either.  Mostly I point at things and say “we need that”.   Mind you, I had a forgetful moment ….. wandering down the dog food aisle, hubby and I debating if we would switch LittleMadam’s food to a small breed brand, and how, with Monty gone, we didn’t need to buy huge bags any more.   We decided on a brand, and I reached up to grab a bag ….. good grief it was only 2.5kg, but it was on a shelf above my head.  I had another moment where my brain decided independently, that I was being an idiot.  I attempted to lift it, cue stabby pain in the belly, felt a bit lightheaded, and I think I said something like .. “Oh …..”.  I think I also went a tiny bit pale.  Tony looked at me, said in an extremely loud voice “What the HELL do you think you are doing?”, followed by an extended period of loud statements about what an idiot I was, and how could I possibly think that was ok?   The other lady in the aisle did a quick backpeddle and scooted away, thinking there was going to be a domestic I assume.  ***I did put it back down ….. I may be an idiot but I do learn eventually***

This has been the pattern of my life mostly.  I can feel that I am recovering, but every so often, something small and seemingly insignificant will remind me that not that long ago, I was unconscious and a man cut a 1 foot hole in me, and rummaged around inside with both hands.  I can feel the internal bruising, and I am fragile ….. there is no other word for it.

So, I am “on the mend”.  Not healed, but on the way.  I am bored for sure, so much so, I have resorted to quilting.   I would love to do sew some clothes for myself for the next season, but while I can sit at the machine and sew, bending over the table to either trace patterns or cut out is out of the question.  I have done some cooking, making muffins for Nathan’s lunchbox.  But, husband or children have to be on call for more complex stuff, as I can’t lift big pots or appliances, or bend down to the cupboards to get things.  For each step forward in recovering I make, I become aware that those steps are couched with limits.

My next update I think I will post a shot of the scar ….. at the moment its still a bit raw and scabby.  But there is no doubt that I will have a spectacular reminder of how serious this surgery was.  I think maybe I should document its impact on my body.