Friday, 9 December 2011

Week 4 - Day 1

Oh wow, it is already week 4 now. That went rather quick. My brain is slowly coming round to watching endless TV and I am rather getting used to it.

I am still feeling fine. I actually feel ready to take on the world and that can be rather dangerous at this time. I have to watch that I am not overdoing things, especially when it comes to lifting and moving things. The scar is healing great and I cannot feel the internal stitching, but could easily do damage, so I have to force myself to take things easy. And it's driving me nuts!!

I found a brilliant link where the whole healing process is explained:
How the Body heals after a Hysterectomy

And I also found a link which explains why waiting for 6 weeks to do any duvet shuffling is so important:
Old Wives Tales
Why you really, really have to wait at least 6 weeks

The last link was rather scary and does show, that there is a LOT of healing going on in areas of the body that may not have much sensation and is therefore easy to forget. Will definitely wait for the all clear from the Doctor and for the stitches to dissolve. (Considering how stiff the stitching wire is, it may be a good idea anyway, as we don't want to impale some rather delicate areas...).

Other than that, not much has happened. Just after my last blog entry my daughter and me had an attack of the giggles. You know the kind of laugh-attack where you just can't stop and every time you look at the other person you start again? Was good fun at the time, but my muscles and my tummy were very sore for a couple of days after that and I was really worried I actually did some damage. Seems to have calmed down again now. I guess the internal stitching just got sore from the strain. But it just isn't fair that one isn't even allowed a proper laugh while healing.....even sneezing hurts less now....Not like me to not laugh at least once a day?

I am bored beyond belief. But I will have a busy weekend, as I desperately need to complete my Xmas shopping. Last posting day to my parents is Monday, so I will have to spend the weekend shopping in Croydon...oh bliss....I hope it's not going to be too busy, as I am still scared of people bumping into me and I am not 100% sure how I am going to handle the shopping bags, as I am still not allowed to carry things round with me.

Take care and I will update again next week.

Friday, 2 December 2011

Week 3 - Day 1

Hello
I am still here, still recovering. Pain is now gone, apart from light internal bruising, but no more need for pain killers. I didn't take any for the last 3 days now and all is well. I feel more comfortable this way, because at least I have a better feeling of when I am overdoing it. I am back on light housework and walking just fine. But I still get a sleep attack in the afternoon. Body still healing and needing the extra hours. Especially, as my hormones are still a bit messed up and I have the odd night of insomnia and nightsweats. Oh the joys of getting older!!

I am really starting to go stir crazy now with sitting around at home. Daytime TV is driving me bonkers and I am ready to strangle Jeremy Kyle and please, everyone move to the country, but don't waffle on on TV about it. Sigh....Even my favourite TV shows now bore me to death. I don't think I have watched this much TV since I have been a teenager and my brain is turning to mush.

Still not able to sleep on my side, so I am still waking up with back ache every morning, but otherwise, moving around is getting much easier now. And I wake up in the morning with a near flat tummy!! It doesn't last long, swelling comes back within 15 minutes of getting up and having a shower, but at least I can see where things are going in the future. Still work needed to get a proper flat tummy and lose some weight, but I have to wait until I get the 6-week-all-clear.... and then I can start light exercise. Going back to swimming me thinks....

Sneeze attacks still scare me. But coughing is getting easier and the cold is nearly gone.

Not much else to tell - running out of things to say to people after being cooped up for so long. Time to hit the road next week and get out of the house.