Pro tip: Do not post a nice *Updated* notice on your website and then disappear for a month.
So recovering from this damned surgery is taking me much longer than I anticipated … and it’s mostly my fault. The surgical incision is healing up nicely – no trouble there – but I keep doing stupid things that end me up back in bed for days at a time.
It started when I demanded that the doctor take out my second (and last) drain. They wanted to leave it in another week or two just to be safe, but I was sick and tired of it. So after I made a terrible fuss they took it out, with a lot of urgent warnings about swelling. (Drains remove excess fluid from the surgical site.) If it swelled too much, they warned, they might actually have to open me back up to put another drain in.
I felt great, though – I could finally wear pants again! – and set out the next day to get my life back with a rousing trip to the grocery store. And … my leg swelled up like a water balloon. I spent the next three days with my leg wrapped tight in an Ace bandage and elevated as high as it would go, alternately bored silly or irrationally panicking that my leg was actually going to burst.
The day after the swelling came all the way down, my landlord called to say he wanted to come by a few days later to inspect the house. Three years we’ve lived here and he’s never wanted to do that before. And after three years, the house is a little the worse for wear around the edges. So Eric and I went into a three-day cleaning binge … and as expected, my leg swelled up again. At least I didn’t panic as much this time. And the landlord was so embarrassed that I was bed-ridden when he came that he pretended not to see the whole in the wall or the pets we aren’t supposed to have.
Soon after that, I woke up one morning and walked into the kitchen to confront the bane of living in Florida – a massive cockroach. I tried to kill him, he flew at me, I went over backwards in an attempt to avoid a roach in the face and landed on my bad leg. And that was another couple of days in bed. (Later that day, Eric found the roach in the laundry room and smashed him good.)
Most recently, I slipped in the shower. I caught myself before I fell … by doing a kind of partial split that caused something in my leg to go “twang!” and left me in tears on the bathroom floor. I only pulled a muscle, but it’s one of the muscles that is trying to take over for the muscles that were removed. And it hurt. I’m still hobbling from it.
I don’t mean to whine. I’ve been very lucky with this whole cancer thing. So many of you who have written me and left comments have been through much worse. Just hearing about how you got through it has really helped me tremendously. But when I am stuck in bed, wishing I was anywhere else, wishing I could play WoW or at least sit at the computer desk long enough to answer some e-mail … Well, this is not how I expected to spend my summer.
But hey – I’m alive! And mobile at least some of the time. And if I could just stop doing stupid things to hurt myself I’ll be back to normal in no time! Right?