It’s day 6 of my surgery recovery. I kept meaning to blog all day yesterday but I was waiting for a moment of clarity.
That moment never came. It’s not here now either, but writing tends to clear my head so here’s hoping.
I mostly want to write for 3 hours about how much harder this whole thing is than I anticipated. But all that will do is remind me of how miserable I am. So forget that. I’m just going to talk about what’s going on and try to remind myself of the positives.
I’m still taking 2 pain pills (& 2 Benadryl for the itching) every 4 hours. I tried to stretch it out to every 6 hours yesterday, but my body definitely isn’t ready for that. Since I need to be med-free by this weekend (because J is leaving for training), we are going to try weaning me down to 1 pill every 4 hours tomorrow. I’m hoping that will work. I’m never actually feeling pain-free at this point, which I wasn’t anticipating. It’s not so bad that I can’t handle it though and I’m ok if I don’t move. And the good news is that there is only one tiny area that is showing any sign of fresh bleeding. Three cheers for quick healing!
My thighs hurt more than anything else, but the pain has switched from the suture lines to more of an overall soreness. I’m guessing that is because of the liposuction they did? I have to tell you though that I walked down the hallway without my ace bandages last night and I was in LOVE with how little they jiggled. Woot! I needed to experience that because right now it’s tough to remember why in the hell I put my body through this.
I talked to my friend K and she said the swelling peaked around weeks 2-3 for her, and then it started to subside. If my math is correct, I’ve already put on about 12 pounds of water. I’m hoping I’m peaking now. It is kind of fun watching how the ace bandages affect the swelling in my thighs. It’s much like a balloon thats been twisted in the middle and then untwisted. And the bruising? Gorgeous. Haha.
I thought I would have absolutely no problem just laying (lying?) around doing nothing, but it turns out that when you have to do that, you don’t want to do that. Damn, I’m such a rebel. My mind is too foggy to really focus on watching TV or reading a book, so I just mostly zone out if I’m not sleeping. J has loved the TV bit though because we’ve never had sports on for so many hours in a row. I don’t have it in me to bitch about watching ESPN 24 hours a day because nothing else sounds interesting either. He’s earned it anyway. The dude moved the recliner next to the couch so we can sleep “side by side” when I’m sure the bed would be much better for him. I love that guy. I know he’s nearing the “caregiver burnout” portion of recovery, but he’s dealing with it well.
Speaking of the recovery cycle, my surgeon’s office included this paper in the packet they gave me.