Here we are. Day 6 post-op.
Honestly? I’m struggling. I knew the recovery period for adults was going to be hard. Everyone has been incredibly frank and forthcoming about that. But Thursday and Friday weren’t that bad at all, and I got lulled into a false sense of security. I couldn’t talk and I couldn’t eat, but I could manage drinking and the pain wasn’t excruciating.
I figured the weekend was going to be great. Some napping, some hanging out with friends, maybe a trip to the movie theater or the outdoor mall to stretch my legs. It was going to be fine.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. Saturday and Sunday were tough. I had a fever and was in a great deal of pain. It’s a miracle I didn’t end up in the ER for dehydration because I barely managed to drink. And to add insult to injury, I had blue gatorade and liquid medication come out my nose. Mortifying. And gross.
I’m frustrated. I’m annoyed that my body isn’t handling it better. That I’m not healing faster. That I’m so freaking tired. All of which are totally unreasonable. I miss talking with Mr PugRunner and little man. Heck, I miss talking in general. Every time I have something to say, I have to text or write a note. I am so hungry, but it takes so long to eat anything that I’m over it.
It’s all normal. The ENT and the nurses and everyone who has had this particular surgery are in agreement on that. I just hoped that everyone was over-exaggerating a little.
I am extremely grateful. For Mr PugRunner, who has been holding down the fort. For little man, who gives the sweetest hugs and kisses. For my family and friends who have been checking in and cheering me up in a thousand little ways. For the internet, which is always awake, so when I am up at 3:00AM, I have quiet entertainment.
And even though I am angry with myself for getting exhausted after three hours of sitting upright, I am trying to focus on the positives.
The naps are out of control.
My snacking urges are completely controlled. Oh, I’m still ravenously hungry, but I dread the thought of eating. It took me almost an hour to eat 1/4 cup of mashed potatoes on Monday.
I have definitely lost weight. After all, most days’ meals consist of 3/4 cup of yogurt, a jello or pudding cup and then maybe a little bit of mashed potatoes (a recent development). Tomorrow, I want to join Mr PugRunner on an errand that will take us near Panera and I’m going to try soup! Or maybe pasta if I’m up to it! Keep your fingers crossed! The idea of chewing something sounds magical.
I am getting so much reading in. I think that’s probably the best part. I can just sit for hours with my books, and it’s awesome. I have almost finished A Dance With Dragons, and then it will be on to World War Z. I haven’t been able to bring myself to start Train Like A Mother, simply because it’s kind of rubbing salt in the wound at this point. Maybe tomorrow.
If I’m more with it tomorrow, I think I might start writing. Not blogging, but real writing. I haven’t been together enough mentally to spend time on anything too complicated, but it might give me a place to channel my energy. Who know what will come of it.
It’s going to end. The ENT said within seven or eight days’ time. Others have said longer. Some have said sooner. I’m trying to be patient, even if it’s not the way I’m wired.
My goals for the week?
1. Eat some kind of solid food that requires chewing. Any kind. Pasta. Scrambled eggs. Something.
2. Go for a walk every day. By the time I was up for it today, it was storming pretty horribly, and that just didn’t seem fun. Or helpful. Maybe I will try for the morning when my energy is up.
3. Go to the fireworks on Friday. Yes. It’s a big deal. I love 4th of July fireworks and we are going to have family in town, so it’s even more important. I haven’t wanted to take any pictures lately, and it’s a great reason to bust out my camera.
Little steps to get me through the week.
In the meantime, I’m trying to keep up with my favorite running blogs to remind of what I have to look forward to when this ordeal is over.The race recaps and training roundups are especially motivating, and I’m so lucky to have the time to read them all.
What’s your favorite soup at Panera?
Are you a napper? Why or why not?
Do you like the fireworks displays on the Fourth? (Or Fifth, as it will be here?)