Constant rigmarole

The weekend flew by even if I was imprisoned by my body in my home, staring out the window almost as if part of me was pawing at passerby’s like a needy kitten. Football matches came and went but I had steadily worked my way through probably another 10-15 hours of football manager, it really is a god send.

My mum came back on the Sunday evening to help out for the week again, just so el can get on at work and not have to worry about me at home. Still struggling with my sleep mum had bought some nytol with her ready for me to try in the week, but first I tried her warm milk before bed suggestion..just to keep her happy; and nope it didn’t work, we were now ten days post surgery and sleep was still a distant memory.

Monday 15th February; apart from lack of sleep, I’m certainly feeling more like myself in my mind and the mobility slowly but surely is coming along. I found in the weeks following surgery that laughing, coughing and sneezing are the three worst things you can do, I did everything I could to make sure I didn’t cough or sneeze but eventually it happens and you have to take the pain then just move on knowing it’s most likely going to happen again! What does the pain feel like? Wow that’s a hard one, maybe similar to having a really bad chesty cough or sore throat, and you avoid coughing because of that sharp intense pain you get in the chest or throat, like that I guess but the pain is in and around the incision, so just feels like it cripples you for that slight second. I was lucky that it was more self-inflicted laughter than coughing/sneezing, so I avoided that oh no here it comes feeling more often than not.

This week in particular I was expecting some sort of results or an idea of a consultation but the days came and went with no call and no updates. Going back to the hospital in my mind and the Monday before on the phone with the nurse I could swear they said results would be up to 14 days, but I may have been mistaken, either way we are pushing towards the end of the week and non to the wiser as to what is going on.

Another exciting week passes, Friday 19th February and it’s time for my mum to leave again. As always been an amazing help. She was starting to whittle as I had mentioned about getting results at some point but luckily Ellen was on hand to say it was an advisory date and they will be in touch when ready.

So there we go; another week of football manager, gaining more mobility and dressing changes. This being the only time I have had off work in my life, as much as I’ve been bored and hated it at times, my mind probably needed it just to recharge its batteries. But that was me done, a weekend of extra recovery before I start working again, and lucky for me I work from home on a laptop, so I can sit, talk and type and I’ll be fine.

The weekend ahead I’ll be trying to get my first walk in since surgery so will see how that goes and I’ll be persisting with Nytol which I started on the Wednesday (17th) to try and help me sleep, so far it’s not worked but need to give it a chance to get into my system.