Bedridden bitchin': Part II

I didn’t make a full recovery by the next day like I had intended to in part one of the Bedridden bitchin’ series. Apparently, the doctor and nurses are convinced that I dreamt the entire conversation about how I would be making a full recovery within two days after the surgery. Seeing the disappointment in my eyes after being told this, the doctor and nurse assured me that I was indeed very healthy and they don’t see a problem with me resuming to my normal daily activities in the next two weeks.

The day I wrote that post, I was on lots and lots of painkiller medications. Even with the medications, I was still in great pain. The only thing that kept me from literally crying from the pain was to sleep. I couldn’t do much. I couldn’t sit up, stand, or walk. It was a struggle to get to the bathroom on my own. Watching television made me dizzy. My cousin took me out to lunch on Sunday and I threw up on the way there and on the way back. It was horrible!

Lesson learned: The only fun activity I did during my painful week of recovering was sleep. Fun.

My mom kept cooking my favorite dishes, which I couldn’t even eat. Everything sucked that week. I stayed anti-social and didn’t want visitors or anyone to know of my ordeal.

Yesterday, I couldn’t breath correctly so I rushed back to the hospital. Apparently, all my other organs were squishing my diaphragm. I’m still having labored breathing and am told NOT TO DO ANYTHING STRENOUS like simple walking around or picking up my heavy handbag. I went kayaking on Thursday. I didn’t tell the nurse that yesterday. >=)

I really don’t like doing nothing. I miss running. I’m depressed because I can’t run until August. I’m glad I went kayaking to keep my sanity in check. I’m thinking about going again later this week when it isn’t crowded in Lake Natoma.

I’m just grateful that I’m getting better. The nurse says the first 5 days after the surgery are usually the hardest days during the recovery time. But I’m lucky to have eaten right, done the right exercises, and chosen a healthy lifestyle along with great genes that I’m doing much better than most women who had the same operations as I did. I can’t bear the thought of someone going through the same pain I had gone through for more than five days.

It’s been a week since the surgery. It still hurts to walk fast and long. It hurts to stoop down to pick up my dogs. It hurts turn and twists my body. I just have one more week to get over this.

My mom is making more food I can’t digest even if I tried. Yummy stir fried clams in coconut sauce. Oh how I want you so…