Progress

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Today was the first day I've spent more time in the living room than in my bedroom. After sleeping in late, I hung out on the couch with Mom doing a word puzzle all afternoon and spent only a couple of hours in bed in the cpm in the late afternoon. I even helped in the kitchen a bit preparing and cleaning up after dinner.

Other milestones:
I've maxed out the cpm, getting my hip to a comfortable 90 degree angle. I'm going to spend the night and a few hours in it tomorrow and then pack it up on Monday. Yay!

After painstakingly watching my brother's new puppy from afar the past few days, I finally had enough. I made my way to the floor, using my ever-so-toned triceps and the recliner to ease myself down. The puppy and I were both thrilled to be seeing each other eye-to-eye. And after we were done, I was able to work my way back to the recliner.

I'm almost weaned off the pain meds. Tonight (I hope) will be my last oxycontin dose, which is the long-acting drug and the oxycodone (short-acting) should be gone in a few days. Hoping the withdrawals won't be as bad as last time. The pain is becoming even more manageable, I'm happy to say.

I'm also very happy in knowing the worst is over. From here on out, the pain won't be as bad and I won't be as disgruntled and uncomfortable as I've been. Thank goodness for small victories.

Comments

Manda K said…
Awww ... I'm sure the puppy will become one of your recovery companions just like the barn cats last time.

I'm so thrilled to hear you are doing so well. It helps to know the ropes when it comes to recovery and being in tune with your body is a huge step many people never achieve.

I'm so happy for you! Keep it up, sistah!

XoXo
Manda
November 16, 2008
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