Hello sunshines,
Hope you are well and I hope at least one or two of you are still reading.
Yes, I know my inconsistency in writing is more consistent than anything else, but I have all the right intentions, I promise. If you are still here, thank you!
So, I had a hysterectomy on 6th May and am on sick leave at the moment. 6 weeks of restricted activity, lots of rest, no bending or heavy lifting. Easy, yeah? Not really if you are me😃
I was prepared for this, to utilise my downtime wisely . I thought I will use this time to craft, do jigsaw puzzles, read , write, binge watch shows that I haven’t in the last couple of years. Gosh! I even ordered myself a new iPad for the purpose of entertaining myself. But, My life has been chaotic and I have been in fight or flight mode for so long that when I got this free time, my brain decided to just take a break – a real break. No replying to long texts, no writing, no thinking .. nothing.
For the first week, I slept most of the time at the hospital and at home. Week 2, I slept more but started reading and watched a few episodes of a couple of shows here and there . I managed to finish Virgin River season 7, last 2 episodes of The Pitt, started other shows that I can’t remember now , but you get the gist – there was no binge watching. If anything it was background noise with intermittent episodes of sleeping.
Today marks 3 weeks since the surgery and I decided to write .. I feel like I should hurry because time is running out , but my brain isn’t registering the urgency . I also read somewhere that journaling helps with healing, especially post surgery. So here I am.
As always, this is just my unedited and unplanned thoughts, so they may or may not make sense. But at least it’s out of my brain and on this page.
Recovery so far is going ok. I am still getting tired – very tired, as is expected. I am slowly starting to walk more . When I say more, it’s not miles , but today I made it to the end of the street with the husband by my side. I did need to hold on to him on the way back, but, progress is progress.
Speaking of progress, I didn’t realise that it will not be linear .. it’s more like peaks and ebbs. That was a shock! But I am grateful for the kind of person that I am and I take it each day as it comes . I did have an emotional day or two at the start – the kind where I was in pain, miserable, feeling sorry for myself, wishing my parents were still on this side of the world etc. Then, I had better days and good days. I am learning to let go, relax and just enjoy the rest. My hands and brain don’t need to be occupied at all times . It’s a hard lesson but I am trying my best to keep at it.
For now, I am enjoying the care that the husband is providing – the non-cooking husband is cooking hot dinners with minimal help from me; the meals, treats, coffees and hugs that my friends have been dropping off; daytime naps ; doorway chats with my babies and just the luxury of not chasing the clock.
More later.. till then, love, light and warmth,
Trish 💕
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