Before the surgery, I would wake up and my first thought before my feet hit the floor would be, “oh fuck i didn’t die in my sleep.”
I have noticed a shift in my mindset, and now my first thought is, “let’s see how much I improved during my sleep.”
Yesterday was my 2 week post-op appointment with the surgeon.
Appt was late. Everything good. He did exactly as I thought he would: put a steri-strip butterfly at the top of the incision and a silver bandage.
I have to return next week for him to inspect the incision, just as I suspected the top of the incision pulled open.
Got an order for outpatient PT. tbh I am not looking forward to that.
I got cleared to resume chiropractic & acupuncture. I will be on Xarelto (the blood thinner) another 3 weeks.
Regarding how I am feeling right this moment: exhausted.
By the time I was done with the x-ray and in waiting room to see surgeon, I had already banged out 1,100 footsteps. So I was fairly wiped out at that point.
We ordered & picked up our lunch and just sat in the parking lot eating it as we both were famished. We wolfed it down happily.
Then we headed to Wegmans for a curbside pick up of groceries, then back home, and surprisingly I did not start napping immediately.
This weekend’s project will be installing a grab bar in the shower. We also managed to go to our his and hers acupuncture which was on the books for weeks. Glad to do something familiar and routine and so glad to see our acupuncturist.
Monday is hopefully the final appointment with the visiting nurse. And no doubt there will be another visit by either/or/both, the PT & OT.
I need to schedule some appointments for outpatient PT (ugh!). And in all likelihood the follow up appointment with the surgeon will be Friday so he can inspect the incision.
I dare to hope that by the end of next week I will be able to be stable enough & get the green light to finally take a hot shower.
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