Now that I'm on my third surgery, I'm starting to recognize patterns.
Immediately after surgery, I'm sick. SO SICK. I feel like one wrong move is all it will take for me to throw up. By the time I get home, I'm ready to lie down. I usually fall asleep, and at some point, I snore. (I never snore. Never. My husband finds it hilarious and never fails to mention it. I suspect it's the pain meds.)
The next day, I'm sore -- stiff and sore. It hurts to sit down. It hurts to stand up. As long as I keep moving, I'm okay. The pain medicine is more or less pointless. I only take it when I lie down to rest or sleep because otherwise, it's nearly unbearable to try to roll over or move with the stiffness and soreness that develops with the immobility of sleep.
The soreness decreases with time. But I have other symptoms that never fail to surprise me. They shouldn't because they occur every single time -- but they do because I forget about them.
First, the swelling.
Immediately after surgery, I'm sick. SO SICK. I feel like one wrong move is all it will take for me to throw up. By the time I get home, I'm ready to lie down. I usually fall asleep, and at some point, I snore. (I never snore. Never. My husband finds it hilarious and never fails to mention it. I suspect it's the pain meds.)
The next day, I'm sore -- stiff and sore. It hurts to sit down. It hurts to stand up. As long as I keep moving, I'm okay. The pain medicine is more or less pointless. I only take it when I lie down to rest or sleep because otherwise, it's nearly unbearable to try to roll over or move with the stiffness and soreness that develops with the immobility of sleep.
The soreness decreases with time. But I have other symptoms that never fail to surprise me. They shouldn't because they occur every single time -- but they do because I forget about them.
First, the swelling.
This is about a week after my third surgery. My lower legs are horribly swollen, and my feet resemble Fred Flintstone's. The swelling is so bad that my skin feels all stretchy, and it itches like crazy. At this point, I become obsessed with doing MLD and Flexitouch treatments to try to get the extra fluid out. It helps a little, but the only thing that really works is time. And religious compression wear. I wear my compression 23.5/7. The only reason I take it off is to shower and dry off.
Then bruising is also pretty spectacular. I'm in compression 24/7, so I don't really see the bruising so much right away, but man, the first time I peel the compression off for a shower, I get downright woozy. Then I grab the camera because DANG, look at those bruises! I mean, come on, those are some pretty fancy bruises.
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Such pretty colors! This is about a week post surgery. |
Another thing that surprises me is the fatigue. This might be the most frustrating thing, too. Even as the pain and swelling subside, the fatigue seems to continue. I FEEL better, so I start trying to do more. But my body says, "Meh." I don't have it in me. I am so bone-weary. And it's crazy because it takes a while for me to figure out WHY. For a few days, I wonder if I'm coming down with something. Then I check my PMS app to see if I'm premenstrual. Then I finally realize, no, it's part of the healing process.
I know. I'm slow on the uptake. And it happens every. single. time.
Right around the three week mark, though, I hit my stride. It's not gradual, either. I wake up almost to the day, and I feel energized. I feel wide awake and ready to tackle the world. I start cleaning like a 9-month-pregnant nesting woman. I finish projects. I start new projects. I go for walks. I try new workouts. I am ON FIRE. And I'm not even tired! I feel amazing!
So this time, I'm trying to be patient with myself. I'm reminding myself that I'm not even two weeks out from my third surgery. Give me another week, and I will be ready to take on the world. My bruises are still healing, and my legs are still swollen. I am healing. These things take time. I'm not 21 anymore. I'm twice that, and this is a disease that compromises healing by slowing circulation and screwing up the lymph system.
But I will conquer it. I will. Because I've already gotten through two healing periods with flying colors. Three surgeries since August, and I'm hoping to have one more in a few more weeks. I've so got this.
It feels good. It really does.
Last year at this time, I was still reeling from the diagnosis. But this year? I'm looking towards the rest of my life.
with these guys! |