Yesterday I posted about my children needing an explanation on what surgery recuperation means. I think today I need an explanation of what surgery recuperation means. I'm really not a very good patient. I listen to instructions, I take my meds on time, I don't do what I'm not supposed to... but I'm hating every minute!!!
I'm supposed to be weaning myself off of the narcotics for pain, so Monday night I didn't take any. Bad idea. Four days post-op is a little too soon I guess. I had an awful night of discomfort, pain, sweating, coughing, etc. Needless to say, when I started really getting uncomfortable yesterday around lunchtime, I caved and popped a pill.
I'm not allowed to drive, and it bothers me that we are stuck at home for my children's last week of summer vacation. How fun is that? Not!
I have been recruiting J & K to help me do things that I know I'm not supposed to, and with their help I've managed to get some laundry done and a few other chores. So at least I don't feel like I'm sitting around accomplishing nothing. And yet, I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated that I still need pain pills. I'm frustrated that I still feel like my insides have been through a meat grinder. I'm frustrated that I have zero energy. My stamina is shot - washing and cutting up fruit after putting laundry away today nearly did me in. A walk to the mailbox is my exercise these days.
Even though it was a laparascopic procedure, I had major surgery. I'm pretty sure my doctor stressed that for a reason. These four tiny incisions on my stomach are an understatement - this was a big deal. All I can do is rest when I need to and work on building up my strength when I feel like it. And that sucks.
God bless Hubby and the kids for putting up with me.