I knew going into this surgery that I would be laid up for several weeks afterwords, restricted to very limited movement. No lifting, no bending, nothing beyond moving from one room to another or changing positions from sitting to standing to lying down. No activity more strenuous than walking. But, man, did I forget how boring it can be when you’re home alone all day basically restricted from doing most activity. I can’t do something productive like clean or cook because of all the bending and movement. I can’t organize anything because again, lifting and bending are a no-no. I can basically read, watch TV or movies, listen to music, and stare off into space. Even most Of the sedentary activities are difficult because of the Location of my incisions makes it difficult to sit up at certain angles.
Don’t get me wrong, having this time off to myself to just rest has its perks. For one, I’m basically spending the entire day with Harvey, petting him, cuddling with him, talking to him, discussing our life plans, etc. Second, it’s been a wonderful break from work. I don’t think I realized how much I needed this break. Third, I am mastering the Art of napping.
But it’s now been two weeks, and my brain and feet are getting restless and I want very much to do something more. I’m torn between wanting to do everything right so this healing happens completely and thoroughly so that I move forward with no complications; and testing the waters to see how much I can actually do before I am riddled with pain or regret. So far, the practical logical side of me is winning and I’m being a good little patient.
I had sincerely hoped I would blog more, given all this free time I have on my hands with nothing else to do. But I don’t have much to blog about, aside from reporting on my daily reduction in pain, my discontinuation of pain meds, my bland and boring diet, or my subsequent appointments to have various items removed from my body as I healed. (When I first came home, I looked a little like the bionic man who woke up before surgery was done and left before anyone could stop him.)
The good news is that the surgery was a complete success, I am healing really well and rapidly, and there are no indications that there will be any complications or problems moving forward. Once I get the remaining staples and “Cathy” removed (aka my catheter) next Monday, If I can just keep my Crohn’s flare ups in check, I should be able to live a long, healthy, and relatively normal life going forward.
I sincerely don’t miss Roger in the least, but I am surprised at how used to having him I was, and how much I’m aware that he’s gone. It has taken me a little while to break the habit of checking on him regularly.
While the physical manifestation of Roger is gone, we suspect his spirit lives on in the house, because there have been a few unexplainable incidents that we suspect may have been caused by Ghost Roger. A walking cane that we had purchased for my post surgery recovery last November disappeared and we could not find it anywhere in the house when we were prepping for my return home after this recent surgery. One day, while I was still in the hospital, Jeffrey was doing laundry in the basement and took a break to come visit me in the hospital. When he returned home, the cane was lying, mysteriously, in the middle of the basement floor by our laundry. There was also an instance where a side gate that is always locked was wide open when Jeffrey came home one day. And, finally, we’re pretty sure ghost Roger ate all my remaining get well donuts.
On another note, I am a famous work gay now. My agency used a picture I submitted on the banner of our internal HR Website for Pride Month:
That’s about it for now. I’ll try to come up with something brilliant and entertaining to write every day going forward. If not, prepare to be blasted with pictures of Harvey and cheeky memes from Instagram.