I arrived home on Wednesday and I think I just went straight to bed. The terms "hospital" and "rest" are really contradictory in nature. Every two hours someone was in to take my temperature, pulse and blood pressure. In between, I had these little foot socks that squeezed my feet every three seconds (to minimize blood clots), so I really never got any sleep the first night and only a few minutes here and there the second night. So I was ready for some good shuteye.
We had equipped the guest room to be my recovery base. Fan, cd player, pillows, blankets . . . everything I needed to make my stay comfortable. The first night I had to beep Ron with our phone intercom system at least three times to help me get in and out of bed. I won't lie to you . . . it was rough. We eventually figured out that I needed to be on the other side of the bed because it hurt less when I rolled over on my left side.
For the first three nights I would wake up in the middle of the night with an excruciating headache. I finally realized that my pillow was the culprit. I'm used to lying on my side when I sleep, so being on my back the whole time was wreaking havoc on my neck. Just a lot of trial and error. What hurts. What doesn't. I am now eight days post-op and haven't had to get Ron out of bed for the last three nights. And I've moved back upstairs into our bed. Little victories, but great strides. Onward and upward I go!
Next time on the Egg and Eye . . . The First Meal
Summer fun revisited
11 years ago
2 comments:
Wow Janet! you are truly amazing!
Keep on keeping on!
Love, Abby
sweet sweet ron.
Post a Comment