There is something magically wonderful about trying to get into your ‘normal routine’ and then having a day off to reassess just how silly you were. Monday was a day of pushing myself into realms I never should have ventured — like working for 6 hours.
Tuesday was a day of painful bellybutton healing (that dang thing really does get stretched out), attempts at being a lazy bum and feeling my abdominal muscles slowly return to something of a ‘I just worked out too hard’ rather than ‘someone was poking around inside of me scrambling everything.’ We started watching Firefly, the Joss Whedon series I never saw, stayed up late because we’re a sniffly family (Bacca has a drippy nose, the hubs had chills and sneezes and I felt kinda bleh and belly button sore). None of us slept well, so that made going to work on Wednesday a bit of an evil task.
Wednesday morning, after tossing and turning and not able to sleep very well or comfortably, I called the doctor’s office to ask about my belly button leaking puss. They said to clean it out with betadine several times a day and make sure it breathes. . . and that I take it easy. We have a work deadline and it’s making me positively TWITCHY to not be there working on the project. So I had my Chauffeur Hubby take me in to work a little after 11. I sat in my chair (far less painful to get into it than it was on Monday), had soup for lunch (warmth is good) and worked until 4 pm. After that we watched more Firefly while I practiced sitting on the couch with good posture to help alleviate any stress on the infamous belly button and finally we went to bed where, yet again, we had a horrible time falling asleep, BUT THEN… I learned that my muscles and wounds have healed enough that I can sleep on my side. Total zonkage. I haven’t slept that well without drugs for over a week! (HA!) Also, periods ending and epic gas and who knows what else causes a lot of lancing pain that feels like a need stitching through you with a thread of agony behind it. It’s a horrible feeling. Ibuprofen, and sleeping on my side, and I woke up feeling a lot less painful.
Thursday morning involved lying in bed wondering why I was cold. The sheets were toasty, the furnace works, and yet I wasn’t warm. So snuggled down as I was, I read for a bit and finally decided that the chills had hit me too and my best move was just to stay in bed and call it a sick day.
I have done A LOT of reading and am definitely feeling a bit more like myself, rather than a wounded creature who needs to be waited on.
Too many things have sat by the side of the recovery road. . . oil change in our one car and various other repairs in the other car. The dog isn’t getting as much exercise as he needs and our house isn’t anywhere near as clean as we can make it when two of us are working hard. One of us is sick, the other recovering and possibly sick as well (thanks chills!).
Hopefully the road to recovery is on the up and up and we will be fully functional active people again in no time. The gym is calling to me, but sadly it’s at the same time as all the New Years Resolution attendees, so that means very full classes and a horrific time parking.
Happy Post Christmas Time!!!
Now back to reading my book and possibly doing some more knitting as those are low key things that I like doing anyways. . . just not at the same time.