It’s been two weeks and two days since my surgery. I’m much better than I was to start with. I’m not great, of course, but it’s better. I’m mostly not taking naps, though today I took a short one because I was exhausted; I got a flu shot two days ago and it caught up with me today. I was hot and cold, achy most of the day, and feeling off. My left leg was also hurting more than it has in a while, which was irritating.
I’m only taking half a Vicodin at night now and none during the day. I am sometimes taking Ibuprofen to calm everything down a bit, but mostly the pain is tolerable. My hip does not appreciate being in one place for very long, so I shift a lot when I’m sitting. I don’t sleep very well yet. Last night I slept six hours, woke up, adjusted, slept another hour or so, and then I had to get up for a little bit. It’s not exactly restful. It is much better than having to take more Vicodin just to get to sleep, though.
I keep having to focus on what’s getting better. I am moving around more easily. It doesn’t hurt as much. I am getting some undrugged sleep. I am taking showers more regularly (very important for my happiness). I went back to work yesterday, which may be part of why I was so tired today. I have my first physical therapy session on Monday, so I’m really looking forward to that; it won’t be fun, but it will be progress.
It is still painful. I don’t move it any more than I have to. I don’t ever twist it. I sleep on my back with it pretty much immobilized against the side of the couch. If Katja is anywhere near me, I have a pillow on my thigh in case she heads my direction. There are times, however, that it doesn’t hurt, so that’s a nice change. I am very careful to not put any weight on it because I am very worried about hurting it more; there’s no chance I’ll push that boundary. I want to get better as soon as possible and I refuse to run the risk of hurting it more.
I’m working very hard on being patient with myself. It’s difficult. I’m used to being smart and useful and catching on quickly. Right now, I’m physically slow and my brain doesn’t work the way I expect it to. I’m rather far from useful, too. I’m dependent on Xander for most things and he has to deal with Katja because I can’t. I need to learn how to get up from the floor before I can get back to being more useful; changing a diaper right now is basically impossible, as is changing her clothes, playing with her, and many other things. I’m not strong enough to press my way up a wall (I tried) and pulling myself up without putting weight on the injured leg is extremely difficult. For the moment, I remain useless. That’s very hard for me.
It’s a long process. It might be a year or more before I’m able to run another half marathon. I plan to do it eventually, though, and the more I’m patient with myself now, the sooner that day will come. Patience is what I need most right now.