Scattered Thoughts for Today
Yesterday was my first post-op appointment since my hysterectomy on June 5th. I am happy to report that I am finally beginning to feel an improvement – as in, the debilitating fatigue is beginning to disappear. I can actually feel like progress is being made, and because of this I am totally fine with the fact that my body will only allow me to choose ONE thing to do per day; that’s it. The rest of the day it’s all belly icepacks and rest. Tonight my husband and I are going out for a nice dinner with some friends we haven’t seen in quite a while, and I’ve already picked my ‘one’ thing for tomorrow: Craig is taking me here:
It’s a lavender farm and I’ve always wanted to go but for one reason or another have missed cutting season, which is when you get a pair of scissors and a ribbon in exchange pay $5. Then you head out into the fields where you cut and bundle your own lavender. I’m told that they may have chickens this year. Ooh! One can only hope!! (I swear, it takes hardly anything at all to get me excited these days!)
You can bet that I’ll be taking loads of photos for next week’s post. Maybe I’ll allow Craig to take one or two of me and share it with you. I haven’t been feeling very photogenic lately. My lack of strength would surely put me at risk if I were ever being chased by zombies. On the bright side, my confidence of being chased by zombies means that I’m getting meatier (meaning, my appetite is coming back). I’ve put on almost 2 of the 13 pounds I’ve lost.
One thing that I never, ever imagined would happen is that I’d be completely uninterested in food – sickened by it on many days. Early on, I had so many initial problems that people were trying figure out how to sneak calories into my body. I overheard my husband and mother collaborating on how they could get me to drink a milkshake. Craig presented me one that he made with protein powder, bananas, blueberries and a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I promised to try it, but one sip left me sick and pushing it back across the table. While chatting last night he said that he ‘knew something was wrong when you didn’t want anything sweet.’
The body has a way of knowing what it needs to heal, I think. When I finally did begin eating again, all I wanted was one egg and toast for breakfast; this was interesting because I cannot stand to eat eggs. I don’t even like the smell of them, but I think my body just craved the protein. Then a spinach salad with plainly grilled chicken for lunch, and generally a bowl of oatmeal with nuts and some Fage yogurt for supper.
As the days passed, my appetite increased but I opted to eat small meals throughout the day. Now, I’m pretty much eating normal though slightly smaller meals. Even my sweet tooth came back. But I am completely satisfied with one small piece of chocolate. Good lord, what on earth did they do to me in that operating room??
My next task will be to begin incorporating exercise back into my life. No yoga or any torso work for at least two more weeks, but doc says I can work arms and very gently, legs. Actually, I’m just thrilled that I can begin stretching again. That has been one of the hardest things to avoid. Definitely no hot yoga for a while – who would want to? It’s been unbearably hot here this week and we’re in for more of the same next week. It’s been too hot to sit outside but that’s fine really, because our creek is slowly drying up and I can’t bear to watch it happen. We need water desperately (anyone BFF’s with the rain gods, per chance?)
Lastly, I am working fast and furious to set up my Etsy shop – and by fast and furious I really mean slow and deliberate. But I’m getting there. I’m truly grateful that I have something to keep my mind occupied when it’s not being occupied by visions of sleep.
Before closing this post for the weekend I thought, now, what kind of spontaneous and scattered post would this be if I didn’t include strange photos of my dogs? So, here you go:
I can’t remember what it was that he was holding but as you can see, he held it for so long he was starting to fall asleep. That’s about the time he drops it and breaks for a nap.
Have I shown you this yet? If so, just skip this paragraph. For those who haven’t yet, since Emmie has issues with loud sounds (thunder, fireworks, cars backfiring, etc.) I bought her a Thundershirt. it velcros around the neck and then around the belly and fits snugly, pressing against pressure points that are relaxing to animals. Wearing this doesn’t completely eliminate her fears, but it makes them more tolerable.
Have a good weekend, everyone. I hope you can find a nice place to get away from the heat if you need to. See you next week!