4 Weeks On.

The next few days rolled by pretty much the same. I found my strength building every day, I built up my walks and at this stage I was up to 30 minutes at a good pace. I had been back in and out to the hospital to get my dressings changed, but really, I had been taking it easy…… for me anyway!!

This was the part everyone, including myself was worried about, the recovery. I knew it was going to take weeks, and really, I had been doing better than I thought, which sometimes isn’t the best thing. I thought I was doing great, so, typically, I started to do more. When I got up in the morning I felt fine, my pain was never very bad and my energy was good. I would decide to do more than I probably should during the day. I’d go shopping, go for longer walks, meet friends for lunch, all in the one day. By the end of the day I realised this probably wasn’t my best idea. Once I sat down for more than 30 minutes the pain of getting back up again just wasn’t worth it. My skin felt like it might pull apart and everything ached. I was tired and typically in bed by 9/10pm (I know, I’m such a wild child!). I read about people online who were back in the gym after 3-4 weeks and I thought they were mad. But if I were to get up and go straight to the gym every morning I would probably feel ok, until later.

I took a step back and started taking it easier…. Ish. My friends had bought me a 1,000-piece jigsaw of Greece, just in case I didn’t want a holiday bad enough!!! I’ve never been one for TV or Netflix, even though all of my friends told me to start I still hadn’t, so it was now or never. I watched one series of a show and got fed up. Thankfully the weather has been good here for summer (its Ireland, it rains, and if it is sunny we usually get rain for two weeks after it) but so far so good. I built up my walks more but took it easy for the rest of the day.

Today, I can’t believe its 4 weeks since my operation. The days running up to the 23rd of May could not have gone more slowly. These 4 weeks have flown past. I was sure these would be the slowest days of my life but I still can’t fathom the position I was in this day 4 weeks ago. A lot of things take my energy very easily, and this is something to be careful of if you or someone you know is going through their surgery. At the weekend Martin had cooked a barbeque which was lovely, he even cracked open the pink champagne for a sneaky glass!! We sat out for the afternoon in the sun, then went for a walk. On the way home my body gave me a nudge to tell me I was getting tired. Stubborn me ignored it, what’s new! 5 minutes later, it wasn’t so much of a nudge rather than a smack in the face of tiredness. I knew I had to go home and rest, and I did. The next day we went to a food festival in Dublin (food, sunshine, good times, what could be wrong with that!). We had a great day, walked around in the sun for 4 hours, little breaks in between, then we headed for home. When we were walking back to the car I got this slam in the chest, the was once again my body telling me I was an idiot!!! And here was I thinking I had started to listen to my body and take it easy. Needless to say, I didn’t even make it home before I fell asleep. I don’t regret these times, yeah, I was sore and tired but we had good times, we enjoyed the weekend and I was normal again.

I felt ok to start getting back to doing things, but obviously I still need to learn my limits!! Everyone’s limits are different and apparently mine are changing every day. It important to keep your mind busy or I can understand how someone could get into a dark place. Keep your good friends close, and do things that bring a smile to your face. I know not everyone will look at the bright side as much as I try to do but it helps. It helps to look forward not back, but be gentle with your limits and enjoy every good chance you get.


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