Had some friends come over today so I decided to defunk. Managed not to kill myself on the crutches to acquire a towel, but that trip was more exhausting than I expected it to be. Perhaps if I had any upper body strength at all, this wouldn’t be as much of an issue.
I did splash water all over the place trying to get clean. I considered sitting in the tub sideways with my legs hanging over the edge, but I’m not convinced I would have been able to get out. The point though is that I’m clean for now and I consider that a major accomplishment.
I’m also using a walker now which makes moving around much easier. It still takes works and upper body strength I don’t have, but I don’t feel like I’m taking my life into my own hands every time I use it.
The non-narcotic meds they gave me seem to be doing a decent job keeping the pain at bay. I do hope that continues to be the case as this goes along. Pain blows. Occasionally I’ll move the wrong way and I get a sharp reminder to consider my actions a little more carefully. Sometimes it feels like the incisions are coming to life. I don’t really like that much.
I am really hoping for better sleep tonight. I’ve been waking up every couple hours and that’s not really conducive to healing. I do feel like the anesthesia has worn off, so I’m a bit more alert than I had been. Totally a bonus.
Speaking of things that are more alert, my leg is waking up more. It vibrates sometimes, like it’s getting a phone call. Unless the doctor did something weird before putting the cast on, I’m going to assume it’s nerves coming back to life. Maybe it’s a super limb and I’ll be able to use it to fly.
Probably not. I guess I’ll settle for walking.