Twelve Days of Surgery

Today is twelve days following my surgery, and I'm doing well. Yesterday's milestone was walking the distance to the Rothesay Bay shops (? 200m return) which was a decent challenge. I thought this point might be a good time to talk about what I am able to do.

The walking thing seems to be going well, much better than after my last surgery because my lungs didn't have to be collapsed to operate when going through the back. I'm not allowed to bend, twist, or lift... and none of those things sound appealing to me at all. It means that if I drop something, I have to leave it there for whoever happens past me. Bryan has given me 2 phones and a walkie-talkie for this reason, and it's necissary. Remotes also occasionally go overboard from the lazy-boy, which is ok unless there is something really bad on, and I then have to suffer through it (or holler for Bryan). I can reach my arms up over my head which is great, but I can't really lift objects that are placed a long distance away. I also can't lift my body off the lazy-boy to reach things on the other side of the coffee table. It's all a bit frustrating.

I rang my physio to try and get started on rehabilitation, but she rightly said I was probably pushing it. I don't like it that I had done all that work building muscle in my legs before surgery, and it's going to waste. There's not much else to do than snack and watch TV... I can't wait to start pilates again, and get back in the water.

Bryan has brought home his work computer so that he can be near me and help, whilst finishing off his jobs. He's still being very patient with me, even when I've become impatient and restless. I had a sneezing fit today which was particularly unpleasant, and have been sore for a few hours since. It's boiling hot and humid today, but I was sitting in a draught.