Onto day three! Monday was post-op day three, and I’ll admit it really wasn’t too exciting. When your entire day is spent in a CPM machine and icing, there’s not too much else to do. However, post-op day 3 was a Monday, and that meant that my mom and I were on our own without him! Mostly super thankful that my mom is able to come out and help because I can’t do anything for myself. Also thankful she doesn’t mind sleeping on the couch.
Eric got up and moving for the morning to get ready for work, and he helped me get out of bed so I could go brush my teeth and use the bathroom. He then got me all set up with my CPM machine and Game Ready, as well as any sort of entertainment I might want, and off to work he went. My mom took over rotating the machines and making sure I was fed. Since I’m laying down for eight hours a day in the CPM, it’s not the most ideal to eat. I have coffee and a smoothie for breakfast, usually laying down. (I’m convinced I’m going to aspirate, it’s cool.) Usually I can sit up for lunch and dinner, but sometimes I’m not hungry or I just happen to be CPMing. Not the best, but oh well. I’ve been having eggs and toast and fruit for lunch, so that’s pretty solid.
My mom and I were moving along quite nicely – she helped me up to the bathroom and then I was headed to sit on the couch. By this point I’m able to do the whole bathroom situation by myself, compliments of the four inch seat riser I bought for this very occasion. I crutched over to the couch and had a little bit of hard time sitting down, and I needed help lifting my legs to put them up. (I’m not supposed to use my hip flexors at all, so I can’t lift my legs unless I physically pick them up with my hands.) I sat down and was frustrated with how helpless I am. I can’t do anything for myself. I started crying because it’s kind of upsetting. I knew this would happen when I had the surgery, but sometimes it’s hard to look at yourself – a formerly completely independent person (minus convincing Eric to reach things that are too high for me) – and need to rely on people for everything. I’m thankful I have that help and don’t know what I would do without, and I know they’re happy and willing to help me. It’s just hard to be on the other end of the nursing stick, especially when I did this to myself. It’s all part of the process and I would like to run pain free again for a very long time, but I have moments where I wonder what in the world I’ve done to myself.
Of course, the only way out is through, so here we are. I also realize how much worse things could be, so I’m lucky in that regard. (I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a moment where I wanted to run out of the pre-procedure area at the hospital – should I really be having surgery??)
So I cried, my mom wiped my tears and brought me lunch. She helped me start a knitting project – a scarf, hooray. Luckily you don’t need your legs to knit! We did that and then it was back into the CPM for hours on hours. I started to feel more confident in moving my lower legs – I have no restrictions on bending my knees, but I need to engage my quads for active movement, and that all feels a little iffy. It doesn’t hurt, I’m just not overly confident in those muscles firing correctly.
More CPM, more icing. My mom went on a few walks just to get out of the apartment, explore a little, and honestly, you can only spend 24/7 in a 550 sq foot place with so many people. And she likes seeing what’s the around city, so that’s a plus. We’ve only had one moment where I really needed to use the bathroom and called her – she was just getting back, so it all worked out. More CPMing and ice. Eric came home, hooray! Another cupcake compliments of my brother. Bachelor in Paradise came on, and I did more CPMing, possibly so Eric and my mom wouldn’t have to watch it with me, haha.
Other news for the day: I believe I took two Percoet – one at 5am and another around 7pm as the pain was picking up and it was going to be time to sleep soonish anyway.
Also of note, it was POD3 and I still had yet to have a bowel movement. (This is a running and nursing blog, it had to come up eventually…) This was one of the things I was really worried about before surgery – a combo of coffee and running keeps me quite regular. Take away running and add in opioids, and life might not get so pleasant. Although I wasn’t taking a ton of Percocet, I asked my mom to pick up some Colace and Senna and took those. Eventually happened on day 4 (won’t keep you in suspense on that, haha), so life is good.
With all that excitement over, it was finally time for bed, although I spend most of the day in bed anyway. Eric helps to get me all set up. Still laying completely on my back which is really uncomfortable by about 3am, but oh well. I wake up and try to adjust myself as best I can without waking people because I feel bad. (Although everyone tells me just to wake them.) I woke up a few times but didn’t feel the need for pain medication, just a hospital gel cushion to turn me off my butt, please. And then it was time for another day…
No pictures today, post-op life is pretty repetitive!