First week at home. Percoset every 4 hours, plus a variety of other pills and stuff throughout the day. Logrolls to get out of bed, logrolls to get into bed, deep breathing as I try to pull myself up out of a chair. Meals consist of about 3-4 bites of whatever is put in front of me. Losing weight won’t be difficult for me now!
I had such a good day today. I walked up and down the driveway several times. I sat up in the living room many times and slept less. That part was good. And then I hit my daily wall. By 5 p.m. I was begging my poor husband to let me have my next dose of Percoset early. I had 4 bites of dinner and had to go to bed. And then the spasms started. And the pain. And the waves of nausea. And the tears. And the embarrassment. You just don’t know how much I hate having to ask for help. Thank GOD for my husband and my son. I couldn’t ask for any better help than they have been. This is one of those tests that tells you clearly if the two of you will make it through your elder years. I think I can safely say that we’ve passed that test. I would do anything for him and he has done everything for me. What a blessing.
While I was feeling good this morning, I sent a short note of thanks to my surgeon and his nurse practitioner. I couldn’t have asked for better care from the physicians, nursing staff and technicians at the hospital. In return, I received a note back from my nurse telling me thanks and to GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND REST! Then this afternoon, I got an email from my doc. It told me all I needed to know to make me certain I’d made the right choice of doctor. The note said:
Great to hear you are already noticing a difference. Thanks for the update and please let us know if anything comes up.
Two simple words: God bless. Now I know everything’s going to be alright. We were both looking to the same power for help and guidance. All I can say is I am blessed.