So I met my Terrible Fate on Thursday, 12th January. All went well until after the operation when I found that I simply could not sleep. The nursing staff were great and brought me painkillers and cups of tea but they seemed to be out of sleep. At any rate, I couldn’t find any.
The next day, the Physiotherapist visited and got me up on my crutches at 50% weight bearing. I was really pleased about this as I’d expected to be totally non-weight bearing. But there was a fly in the ointment – bed rest! So I went home and went to bed.
The next twelve days were pretty miserable. I survived on ready-meals (let’s talk one day about what that stuff doesn’t do for your digestion), morphine and lots and lots of sleep but, by the time I was due to see the surgeon for my post-op checkup I was getting pretty desperate. I was bored, I was in pain, I was frustrated, and I was constipated. I couldn’t settle to do any of the lying-down with leg elevated activities I’d planned and spent most of the day before my evening appointment in tears. I remember writing on a FaceBook support group that I just didn’t think I could take another four weeks of this.
Good news was just around the corner, however. My mother offered to come home from Spain for a few days (thanks, Mum!) and my surgeon was well enough pleased with my progress to let me ditch the crutches and bed rest provided I stayed in my moon boot. ‘Sounds like a good deal to me,’ I said and started picking up my life again.
Today, nearly three weeks post-op, I’m a much happier girl. I’m off morphine and tapering off the codeine which replaced it. I’m eating properly (thanks, Mum!) and, although I’m still very tired, I’m doing a mix of seated and more active activities around the house. I’ve been outside a couple of times (wow, that was scary!) and am ready for the next phase: Recovery!