POD2! And I’m home! Oh, so exciting. Or a little nerve wracking because we’re on our own. We didn’t go to bed until about midnight the night before, and I woke up every few years – not sure if I was uncomfortable or in pain or nervous or what. Mostly wasn’t in pain, which is nice, but after waking up at 3, 3:30, and 4, I finally took a Percocet at 4 just to go back to sleep. Pretty sure I woke Eric up at one point and he asked what I was doing…”I’m not sure.”
We woke up around 10:30am – thank you Percocet – and I wanted to get my CPM and icing going because it’s a long haul. Four hours per leg in the CPM machine adds up to eight hours total, and that’s a really long time! However, we had learned in our short time home that our bed was way too high for me to get on even with Eric helping me. We have risers under the bed to help maximize storage space (hello, NYC apartment), and it’s just a little too much. I consider it kind of high with two good legs! Add in the pillow top on the mattress, and it was really hard to get in and out of.
Eric has to completely move my legs to get me anywhere. Once I was up, I could slowly crutch around, but Eric still guarded me closely when sitting/standing. Lots of help getting on and off the toilet. I couldn’t do anything with my pants myself, so that was super fun. Eric set me up on the couch while he dealt with the bed situation. He went crazy cleaning because my mom was arriving that afternoon to help me for the week. Eventually he got the bedroom all set up, and it was so much better with the bed lower. We set up the CPM machine and the Game Ready, and I started alternating every hour. Maxed out the CPM at 60 degrees – I was warned to not be too aggressive and to be fairly cautious the first day or two especially. Still felt pretty good.
My mom arrived around 3:30pm – yay! I hung out in my CPM for a little longer and we gave my mom the lay of the recovery land. Eventually my mom and Eric went to the grocery store to get stuff for dinner. When they got back, I took a break from the CPM machine and headed to the couch. I have to lay flat for the CPM machine, which gets pretty old pretty quick.
I headed to the couch, and it’s a pretty low couch so it was making me nervous to sit on but I’d done okay earlier in the day. As I went to sit down (one hand on crutch, one hand on side of couch which is quite sturdy), I felt like I was going to fall back and had to yell out for Eric to help hold me up. I wasn’t in pain, but I was so nervous about falling and not having control of my leg muscles. It’s very frustrating and scary and I started crying. We got me to sit down and set me up with ice packs, hugs, and Percocet, and that was better. Only one cry in the day!
Ate some dinner (turkey chili) and a cupcake before heading back to bed for more CPM time. I took one more Percocet before bed just to help me sleep. I was also extra nervous about blood clots so I had Eric help me put on my compression socks that I wear at work. Oh so exciting. I finished reading a bit and fell asleep pretty well.
I woke up again a few times – maybe 1am, 3am, 3:30am, and 5am. Each time, I thought about taking some pain medication, but I wasn’t sure I needed it, so I didn’t. Then I would dream about taking it, then I couldn’t remember if I had actually taken it or not. Finally at 5am I was convinced I hadn’t taken it and wanted to take it, so I took a Percocet and made a note that I had taken it in case I woke up again. Note to self: If you’re dreaming about taken pain medication, you should probably just take. (Especially if you just had surgery three days ago.)