I'm Home!!!

**A quick note - sorry this is so long, I kept adding to it, but never posted, I will start to do more posts so they are shorter**

I came home Saturday, September 20th. I was to come home on Friday but the social worker at the hospital decided that Fridays were not for working and did not order my walker or crutches. UGH!! Anyway, me and all of my equipment are home.



I live in a two story house that only has one bathroom...on the second floor. So I got acclimated to the stairs very quickly. I won't be doing them too much right now, as that wears me out very quick. Doug has been an absolute dream. Everything that I have needed he has bent over backwards to get me. It is going to take me a while to let people do things for me. I am very stubborn (isn't the first step - admitting) and have always been the helper not the helpee.



Doug has installed handicap bars in the bathroom. I have a potty riser, walker, and crutches. It is amazing how this surgery ages you by 50 years! Good thing it only ages you for a couple of months.


First Week Home - The first week seemed to fly by. I had so many people coming to see me that the days went really fast. I hate taking pain pills (everyone knows this), so everyone has been trying to convince me that it is OK to not be a hero and take the meds. I did pretty good only taking pills two to three times a day. The morphine was giving me headaches so I tried to take that as little as possible and stuck mainly to the Oxycodone.

Second Week - Before the surgery I decided that I would work from home while I recoup. After all I am the controller at my company and for many things if i don't do them, they won't get done. That is not a dis to any of my co-workers, there are just some things that only I know how to do. This has been challenging. I have worked from home before on days where I was out because of a cold or asthma, but I have always been able to take the stuff I did at home back into work and file it or do what I needed to do. I am totally dependent on my boss right now, who has been a gem working with me. He brings me work to my house two days a week and I give him stuff that needs to be taken back to the office. I never really thought that my two bosses realized just how much I did for their company, but I believe that they are realizing it now. The other day my boss told me that I was running him like crazy and that his days were going a lot faster. And just think - he is only doing half of what I do - so that made me feel really good. Nothing like a little job security

As far as recouping - the end of the week has been a little rough. I have felt a little more down as the week went on. I hate looking at my leg and knowing that it won't and I can't move it. I have a large bump right at my incision, which is scaring the hell out of me, but it has also caused that section of my incision to come open. I thank God I am going to the doctor on Monday. The pain is getting a lot better, at least if I really concentrate on mind of matter. I have been trying to only take the Oxycodone once a day. First of all I hate the way meds make my head feel (nope never experimented with pot - and I am pretty sure I wouldn't like it seeing as I hate the "high" feeling from these pills); secondly, I do not want to come out of this surgery recoup addicted to pain meds!! I am motoring around better with my walker. My friend Fred finds it absolutely hilarious that I am using a walker. He calls be "broke ass" or "hop along" depending on his mood.

Present Day - Today, Sunday (two days before 3 weeks since surgery) I broke down. I may have mentioned this a time or two, but I was (am) a very active person. Sitting for two days when I am sick is hard so these past two weeks at home have been a little tricky. Today I cried, a lot actually. I guess I was feeling sorry for myself. I know darn well there are people out there that are much worse off than I am and some won't get any better, but today I needed to cry. Doug felt helpless, he didn't know what to do to make me stop crying. Truth be told, there really was nothing he could do, I just needed to let it out. I was feeling down, not to mention that I was really weak today. I am glad that I lost a lot of wait before getting this surgery because lugging around your body can wear you out quickly. You know how your arms feel the day or so after a great work out? Well, mine have been feeling that way every day! They are so sore from my shoulder down to the thumb joint. I think a lot of the hand pain comes from having to grasp the walker and the railing when I want to go downstairs.

I go to the doctor tomorrow. I am anxious to go. I hope I hear some good news; I am not sure exactly what I want to hear, but I hope it is good. I know it will be a little painful and tiring tomorrow seeing as I have another appointment with a different doctor before the surgeon, but I am looking forward to getting out!! I do not know how people live like hermits. It has only been two weeks at home and already I am a little stir crazy.

Well I know this post was extremely long - so thank you for sticking it out to the end. I promise from here on out the posts will be shorter and more frequent. I will let you know how the doctors went. 'Til then!!