Hello hippy people,
I am watching TV at home in bed. I couldn't really ask for a better recuperation, I don't guess. I have a wonderful husband who is giving me pain meds every 3 hours or so, making sure my hip is iced for the swelling, putting ice in the diet ginger ale, nuking a Weight Watchers meal when it's time, and generally being the Positive One, letting out the dogs, mowing the yard, you get the picture.
I am grateful.
So why do I feel so crappy? The weather has been so godawful around here (they're predicting snow tonight) that I don't want to get dressed or go sit outside. So I'm hanging out in my pjs and going from the bedside potty back to the bed, with a trip or two on the walker to the kitchen. That's pretty much my daily PT, and it's pretty much all I want to do.
I am bored out of my skull, but all I want to do is sleep.
My daughter is coming home next week with her new baby and I don't even know if I'll be able to make it to the church for the baptism. I asked her to wait a while, but I don't think she understands what a debilitating piece of work this surgery is. I don't really want her to see me all down and out, but I don't want to push it, either.
Is there a moment when you realize that it's better? Or a sign that says you're on the right track? Or could you just float along and be forever lost?
OK, done whining for now. Thanks, hippy people, for listening. I don't see this getting better any time soon, and I don't much like where it is right now. It's just kind of frustrating, and there's nothing you can do about it. The worst part is that there's nothing really wrong, but there's nothing exactly working well, either.
Thanks for listening,
Kate