Today I returned to the hospital for my post-operative appointment with the surgeon…I was walking into the hospital exactly two weeks after my surgery.
Yesterday when I woke up I had no pain at all, even though my medication had worn off in the night. I wasn’t comfortable, but I wasn’t in pain. So that was a milestone. Other days I’ve woken up with the first thought being, I need to get my pills!
So because I was feeling so good, I got up and did some stuff that I haven’t done in a while, like laundry. I tried not to pick up anything too heavy, but I guess I overdid it, because today I woke up in a lot of pain again. You reap what you sow! The doctor was clear, don’t pick up anything bigger than a phone book for four weeks. Rest, rest, rest, that has to be my new mantra! So hard to remember, especially now that I am starting to feel better.
I was thankful to a friend who offered to drive me to the hospital today; I could have gone myself, but I wouldn’t have been able to take my Tylenol #3s if I was driving. And so I was not in any pain after the drive and the walk to the hospital.
Anyway, today I was walking into the hospital and I was just grinning. Last time I had walked in that hallway it had been very early in the morning and I was heading to the surgery to get admitted. Now it was all behind me, and I am well on the way to recovery. Such a fabulous feeling!