It has been 3 days since my surgery and I’m getting pretty sick of the abdominal pain and inability to move in certain ways. I can’t bend over, I have to bend at my knees. Sitting up in bed makes me wish I had rails to pull on because those muscles are just too achy. My back is sore from having to sleep in a frozen position at night. I can shift a little, but I can’t sleep on my side. Okay, our bed could also be a bit too squishy for my needs as well.
The worst part is the inability to cuddle. I feel like a plank, that bends in two spots — knees and hips. I can’t go outside to run around and play with the dog, and even standing up straight is a bit painful.
In a way this is probably a very good thing — I have all this energy but my body hasn’t healed fully. This means I’m probably on the right track for healing, I just have to take it easier than I really want to. It’s better than feeling that I can do nothing but stay in bed and take my pain pills religiously. I actually went most of yesterday afternoon/evening without any pain pills and things weren’t too bad. I felt a lot tighter across my abdomen, but I’d also tried eating real food. . . I’m officially sick of chicken soup from a can. Bleh!!
Yesterday I had my first post-surgery shower where we used some plastic and taped it to my belly, it didn’t work very well. After talking to the nurse from the Surgery Center I was given the tip of cling wrap to wrap around my steri-strips so today I shall try the Glad Cling Wrap method and see if we have more success. . .
Yesterday I was pretty swollen and bruised under my bellybutton, but today the bruising has turned into that ugly yellowish-green hue of healing. My 5 holes, now referred to as my perforation pattern, are healing. I’m not looking forward to when they heal and start to itch. Oooo that itching is going to make me crazy. . . It’s a sign of healing, so I can’t wait, but at the same time, I will still be so sensitive and unable to do anything about the itching that I’ll just want to crawl out of my own skin.
My cousin’s wedding is in just under a month and I really hope that I am back to an active lifestyle by then. I should be, but possibly not 110%. No downhill skiing for me at least, but perhaps some cross country. . . only time will tell.
I am debating on taking pictures of this healing process. Every day things look a little bit different, and feel different too. I am very on-the-fence. I don’t like taking pictures of myself, but at the same time, this is a surgery that I hope to never go through again and perhaps by sharing it with people outside of my head, more people will have data about how someone recovered from such a surgery.
You know that feeling when your dentist pumps your mouth full of Novocaine and you feel like your nose is about 8 feet in front of your face and your cheeks are miles high? The pain across my belly is similar. It feels like it arches up and over and around my lower abdomen and sticks about halfway into the keyboard I’m currently typing on. . . realistically my body hasn’t blown up like a balloon at all, but it’s very strange to feel my hands pass through this wall of ache to where my body actually IS. Nerves, they’re a strange bundle. . .
All the blogs and message boards I’ve read are just an onslaught of information and it’s a lot to take in. Nothing really answered my specific questions, but it did help put aside some of the fears I had going in. . . It also added to my fears as well, but I think that made me stronger and more willing to ask questions no matter how silly I felt.