I am writing like a maniac. It is frustrating and crazed and exciting and fun. But alas, the end is in sight!
|5 weeks post surgery|
5 weeks post surgery I feel really good. I'm exercising again-- just the elliptical at half mast-- for a half hour per day-- but I feel good. I have been going out here an there, mostly for brief stretches, and my work schedule has been "normal" for awhile now. Only downside is driving, which I hate. The bumpy road irritates my chest a bit, as does sleeping on my stomach. I can still "feel" my chest...when I'm pumping the soap dispenser, when I'm sweeping up outside, when I plug in my iPhone charger. It's weird- the awareness.
This week the hypersensitivity has calmed down a lot. It was A BITCH those first few weeks: imagine how your chest hurts sometimes when it's cold...then multiply that by 100.
With the restrictions off, I can lift my little dog, and shopping bags, and carry all of my shit to campus and back, which today included a laptop, 4 books on qualitative methods, lunch, a coffee thermos, and the three notebooks I rarely travel without. I'm sleeping my typical 7.5, and though I'm still a tad out of it, I push through so as to have good night time sleep.
I'm still tired but I am beginning to suspect that wired eventually = tired. This is the first time I've been a regular coffee drinker, so I suspect caffeine is the culprit.
I wore this getup to a fancy/schmancy restaurant with five other buds. It was also the first time I've had booze since the surgery, and wow, I will not be doing that again. My brain turned off for two days-- and I had not had pain meds for days prior. One drink and the next day was spent watching Saving Grace and sucking down water with lime.
I suppose it's all a learning process. Here's to healing.