Ouch.
Yes, I overdid it yesterday. I woke up in the middle of the night and it felt like someone had kicked me, hard, in the stomach. I took one vicodin and one valium and got back in bed, curled in the fetal position, and fell back asleep.
I don't know what time that was.
I woke up to my alarm at 6:00 am to help my oldest off to school, took two vicodin and skipped the valium. I sat with a cup of coffee and waited for the medicine to kick in. This has been my worst day since my appointment last Wednesday.
Around 7:30 I walked the half-mile it takes to get my oldest to school, very slowly. Every time I stepped on my right foot I had lower groin pain. To be honest, I think I may be having my monthly bloat, or I may be just plain gassy. That is extraordinarily painful when your insides have been completely tightened and rearranged.
At 9 am I took my last two demerol - the only other pain medicine I'm allowed besides plain tylenol. I'm laying down now and feel a bit better. It's been almost six hours since my last dose of vicodin and I'm doing well enough to where I think I can hold off until later. I'm fortunate to have my sister-in-law by my side, helping me with the little ones so I can truly rest.
I'm growing impatient with recovery. I read other websites before the operation (the lack of stories online is part of the reason for this blog) and they said to expect to be depressed and frustrated. Up until now, I didn't understand that - even swollen with surgical drains I've got the best body I've ever had. But we're on day 10 and I still hurt and I'm just ready to get up and on with my life.
I don't do resting well.
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