Day by day-Thursday

Day 2
OMG, today I don't feel like someone had a baseball bat....today someone ran over me and then backed up with an 18 wheeler. Ok let's try getting out of bed again...left arm under body, straighten arm...damn it just sunk 4" into the memory foam and now when it is bent I am barely off the pillow....think ...think...hmm the cat slept with me last night and he is not liking the look in my eyes ...I wonder if a cat can haul a lot....he quickly jumps off the bed.

Let's try the roll thing again...but I'll inch my way closer to the side of the bed....Do you know hard it is to inch yourself to the side of the bed when you cant move the top half of the right side of your body. I get almost to the edge and I hear B get out of bed....I lay there like I haven't been doing anything. He heaves me up and I wobble to the bathroom and then the chair...do the drain thing.

BUT today with the drains they are lighter in colour and stringy...I make the gagging motions and look away while B drains them and cleans them.  The stringy stuff is actually coming out of the drain....I think the room is spinning.....close your eyes and go to your happy place.....

Today my goal is to dress myself....I get most of the way there with the exception of being able to put my arm all the way into the sweatshirt. Again I spend most of the day sleeping, reading and doing my exercises while having my husband fead me. Tonight we curled up in "my" bed and had movie night...why haven't we always done this...oh yeah...

Biggest accomplishment: Almost dressing myself completely
Most thankful for: Bath in a bag

Day by day-Wednesday

Day 1
OMG, did someone hit me with a baseball bat. Drugs I need drugs. Ok drugs are in, now I attempt to get out of bed. It is amazing how you need the mobility of both arms or good abdominal muscles to get you easily out of bed. I have neither. I guess I could lie here and wait for B to get up...well that lasts all of about 2 seconds. I then look at the dog on the bed and think...I should have hooked his harness on him the night before so he could drag me out. Hindsight is always 20-20. I decided to sleep in the spare room for a couple of days so B could get some sleep and our bed is not big enough for him, my injured self, a dog, and a cat.

So how am I going to do this, roll to the left ...ok the 4" think memory foam is stopping me. Think. think. ok if I just slide my legs over to the side I can then turn them , giving me momentum and giddy up. I inch my legs over and then realize...damn...I am too far in the middle of the bed and my legs aren't long enough...think....lets try those abdominal muscles...oh shit they are connected further up to where the drains are connected which is connected to where my breast was. OUCH! I admit defeat. sigh.

B then wakes up comes over to the room...help! I get seated up..now what. I guess I didn't think this through. I wobble my way to the bathroom and then make it to a chair in the living room. I feel like I accomplished a marathon. Then I look at the drains...oh goody....they need to be emptied. <Have I mentioned how much I love my husband.> He goes and gets the measuring cups, sets up the paper chart, drains the two drains...while I sit there trying not to look or gag.

VON shows up to check on my bandages and to start my exercise routines. I wobble myself back to the bedroom <why did I get up?>. I pass my inspection and start on the exercises...I feel like I have never used my arm before...I literally get it a foot up the wall and I feel more than a "gentle pull"...come on!

I try to move it further and it is a no go. sigh...this defeat thing is already getting old.

I spend most of the day reading, sleeping and calling for help.

Biggest accomplishment: I pulled up my own pants <did I say how much I love my husband>
Most thankful for: my husband