Post hospital crazies.
1. My incisions are healing and therefore itching like mad. I put extra cushioned padding over it to absorb the extra leakage, and I can't help it - I keep running my hands over it like a pregnant woman rubbing her belly. My husband looks at me with concerns that the paid meds aren't working (or because I've been avoiding taking them when I don't need to) and I keep telling him it's because I'm fighting the urge to rip the pads off and scratch like mad. Claritin didn't work and I haven't tried Benedryl, but does anyone have ideas on what might help the itch? Or am I just doomed to ride it out?
2. Sleep has not been easily won. I'm still on the hospital clock...poke-wake up I need to take your vitals...beep-pay attention to me, I need batteries or new fluids to be hooked up. I've managed to get to sleep from about 12-6 am, but that's the record so far. That's WITH the narcotics. At least I managed a mid-day nap today. That allowed me to get my butt up to go with the family to my daughter's soccer game (1 1/2 hour traffic thank you very much). So worth it-she was AWESOME.
3. I played the game of craps today following said soccer game. I'll call it a draw. I made it to the doorstep. Fortunately I had the presence of mind to realize that I would be gone away from bathrooms for a few hours with unpredictible (at best) bowel action. I opted for the brand name Depends instead of VS and boy did it pay off! Who know that surgery would regress my body so far back? I could have sworn I was changing my nephew's diaper! TMI, I know. Sorry.
So that has been my eventful day. I've been able to average about 1 mile in walks each day, broken up into 1/4 miles of course. I'm feeling stronger, but still antsy and going stir crazy because I can't do everything for myself that I'm accustomed to. I guess you can call that my muse for continuing to get better as soon as I can.