It's so good to be home.
The hospital was hard; there's no way to sugercoat it. I may expand on that later. The trip was neither horrific nor easy, but Mom and I got through it. I've been trying to catch up on sleep and energy in the past couple of days. I'm not as tired as I thought I might be, but the surgery and drugs are taking a toll on me.
I'm taking 20 mg of oxycontin twice a day and about one 5 mg oxycodone tablet and 25 mg of hydroxyzine four times a day. Pain is tolerable and hurts the most when: sitting, getting in and out of the cpm machine, blowing my nose and laughing.
The laughing part has been the hardest. Mom and Jamie experienced something so funny at the hospital that they: 1) ended up in the bathroom as to not wet themselves 2) took pictures of this so-called funny incident and 3) kept the joke from me because they knew I wouldn't be able to handle it. I'm still waiting to hear the story, but it probably will take another week or so.
The swelling and bruising in my leg has gotten much better though my incision is still hard for me to look at. I feel like Frankenstein. My clothes are way tighter than I expected; besides my leg, my stomach seems to be retaining water or something. I'm a bloated Frankenstein.
I'm mobile on crutches, though I'm really, really slow. Like, really. I think my progress was slowed starting in the hospital because of that stinking epidural that worked better in my good leg than the bad one. I have some ground to make up, so I'm trying to do my exercises diligently. I'm supposed to lie on my stomach twice a day for a half hour to help my back muscles, but I haven't tried that one yet. I hope Mom will help me with that tomorrow. I have no idea how I'm going to accomplish that!
I still haven't made the time to call/e-mail most of my friends and Hip Sisters to let them know how I've been, but I hope to get around to that this weekend. Your encouragement has been invaluable; thank you so much!
P.S. Hi Tatum! I hope you're doing good and I miss you too!