My husband, Jeffrey, is a fantastic driver, and we have an all-wheel drive Subaru Forrester, which handles really well in the snow so, despite treacherous driving conditions (heavy storm, low visibility, slick roads, snow drifts, iced-up windshield wipers, thick snowfall,) we made it to the pharmacy and home safely, yesterday. It helped that there were very few people on the road.But, DAMN, was it scary. What should have been a 30-40 minute drive took us 2 hours. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to arrive home.
Poor Jeffrey had to do all the shoveling and snow blowing yesterday (driveway, front porch, back yard paths for the dogs), as I cannot lift anything over 5 pounds or bend for the next few weeks. He went out twice yesterday and is out again this morning. The snow is heavy, and it is very cold, so it is no small or easy task for him. All i can do is offer encouragement and apologies that I can’t help. Of course, he can write his name in the snow and I can’t, right now, so it all evens out. *smirk*
I am doing better today. I got a good night sleep, and everything is less sore and less swollen. I am pretty mobile, and am getting up and around relatively easily, all things considered. At the risk of oversharing, (hey, we’re bloggers, that’s what we do, right?) here’s the explanation of my current surgery:
For those new to my blog, I am one of those people who pulled the short straw from the genetic pool, and have had a bevy of health issues, mostly involving my digestive and intestinal tract, i.e. Irritable Bowel Disease (“IBD”)
I was diagnosed with severe Ulcerative Colitis in 1998 (I was 27 at the time, and never head a serious health problem prior) and had a total Colectomy in 1999, which involved a total of 3 surgeries. Since then, I’ve had several other surgeries: 2 surgeries to have large kidney stones removed, one from each kidney; 2 hernia repairs; and 2 more surgeries to clear up intestinal scar tissue and “kinks”. Needless to say, between the scar lines and stretch marks, my abdomen looks like a road map. (Which is ironic, since I have no directional sense, and can’t find my way around the block without a GPS…and even then.)
Almost all of these surgeries required Catheterization. Somewhere early on, a catheter damaged my urethra, causing scar tissue. This scar tissue caused strictures to occur, restricting urine flow. (If you’ve never experienced this – it can be very painful and, ultimately, life threatening.) I’ve had 3 or 4 Endoscopic Urethrotomies to cut the scar tissue, but it keeps coming back. Yesterday, I had Urethroplasty, to remove all the scare tissue and transplant tissue from my mouth (inside lower lip area) to my urethra, in the hopes of staving off further scar tissue growth and recurring strictures. It has an 80% success rate, so odds are good this will be a permanent fix. There were some serious risks to this surgery, but their were serious risks to not doing it, so it was a no-brainer when deciding to have it done. All went well and there were no complications. Best case scenario, I will have the catheter removed in 3 weeks; worst case, 6 weeks. Fortunately, I got approval to work from home, starting Monday, March 20th, and State Offices were closed yesterday due to the weather, so I am only losing a total of 4 days accrued time for this whole event.
I came to terms with being a walking health issue a long time ago, and mostly don’t let it get me down but, occasionally, it still gets to me and I get a little depressed, weary, and downtrodden. I do try my best to keep a stiff upper lip, even if that lip is swollen, chapped, and sore. Also, a supportive and doting husband, an understanding and supportive best friend, 2 adorable and loving dogs, a bevy of concerned and encouraging friends and bloggers, and a good sense of humor make it all a bit more bearable.
Cookies and cosmos help, as well.