"Absolutely ridiculous" is how I'd describe some of my behavior over the last two months. Unfortunately, not "absolutely ridiculous" in a great, fun way. I thought I'd be the exception rather than the rule, I'd get shit done, this surgery wouldn't slow me down. I was so wrong. Over the last two months, I've gotten so very little done. My behavior has ranged from pathetic to really pathetic. Nearly two months post surgery, I'm still in pain, still exhausted. Three and a half months after my initial injury, I've slept very poorly nearly each and every night. The pain is normal, the lack of sleep is not only normal but expected for at least another month. Recovery from surgery is three to six months and full recovery is one year.
The good news is that I stopped taking pain meds ten days ago and within the last seven days, I've stopped crying hysterically for little to no reason. I only cry for pretty good reasons now. I've been exercising more, walking mostly. The best news is that nearly SEVEN weeks after surgery and nearly total immobilization of my shoulder, I am in physical therapy and out of the stupid, sweaty, stinky sling. I can do a little more than before. Sweeping and mopping the floor is not excruciatingly painful. Cooking and cleaning up after cooking is still very awful. Thank you deli section and your rotisserie chicken! Thank you Sam's Club and your gigantic, mixed, organic salad.
Did I mention that we moved from one coast to the other three weeks after surgery? Yes, we moved from Punta Gorda to Vero Beach. Vero is lovely. We are close enough to the beach to go often. There are grocery stores near our home. The community has more to offer. Our new neighborhood is new, nice and quiet. There are few children (no offence people with kids!) but it's not a retirement community or, like our last neighborhood, hospice community.
I'm still taking, what I consider, a shit load of hydrocortisone. I'm starting to wonder if my thyroid meds are too high, sigh. I have no doctor here. How does one order labs when she has no doctor. Yes, I will call my PG doctor but do not have high hopes. If he will not order the labs, it's time to make appointments, wait and interview doctors and then see if they will help me. Sigh. Just thinking about setting up an appointment is taxing.
Well, I'm going to go take a nap. Enjoy the pictures from Vero Beach.
|Vero Beach sunrise|
|Vero Beach, here comes the day|
|Vero Beach, graffiti|