It’s been two weeks since my ovary was removed, and although my recovery is going ok, I’m already getting fed up. It’s early days, I know! I have to take it easy, I know! In fact I can’t do anything else, but take it easy. I sat on the couch all day yesterday instead of sitting in bed, and by 9.00pm my stomach felt like had been put in a vice. I had to take a codeine.
Today, I have been in and out of bed to get drinks and food. I sat on the floor and sorted the laundry into piles of mine and Gs and tried to tidy up a bit. I have found it difficult to do the smallest of tasks and it’s depressing. G has gone back to work now, so I’m on my own all day and I can’t leave the house because I’m not strong enough to go far. To begin with, I relished the thought of having the house to myself. I was looking forward to watching Netflix to my hearts content and reading the nortorious “Fifty Shades of Grey.” As it happens, “Fifty Shades” is an awfully written book that I can only read in small doses and Iooking at an ipad screen all day is not all it cracked up to be.
As I am writing this, I am aware that I am whinging about nothing. I am actually ashamed to be moaning when I know things could be so much worse. I just want to be able to go a little walk, have a decent sized bath ( still can’t get my wound too wet and our shower has broken), help G around the house and get out of bed for longer than a few hours without it hurting. Another reason I want to be more mobile, is because every night at 7’Oclock, G has to inject my thigh with a medicine to reduce the risk of deep vein thrombosis. It hurts. The sooner I can increase my walking the sooner I can come off those buggers. I didn’t have them to take home after my hysterectomy, but I suppose that was a few years ago. DVT is apparently the biggest killer after surgery, so I should really be grateful the doctors are taking action against it. I’m supposed to be wearing those special socks too, but I binned those on the first day home.
Since writing the above paragraphs I’ve had puddle bath and I instantly feel a bit better. It’s amazing what a bath and a good moan can do. Tomorrow I’m going to venture outside and catch a few spring rays. I won’t go far, just down the road and back, then I’ll sit in my back yard and read. Yes, that sounds like a plan!
If anyone has any other great ideas of passing the time, please let me know.