recovery walks

Anybody who reads this blogs knows that I neglect my health. I really don't trust doctors or the medical profession in general, and I mostly had no health insurance for over twenty years. Friday I had my long-awaited hysterectomy. Shockingly I was more scared for the D&C.

Everything apparently went well *knocks on wood* and I am in the recovery phase. Basically I can do nothing. I can't lift, bend, push, pull, reach. You get the idea. If they weren't clear enough, they added no laundry, house cleaning, yard work, eat. That leave little other than to sit on your butt. But not too much. They want you to keep moving. I borrowed a kindle power cord because I'm out of books. The pile for the little free library is getting huge.

My friend Angel has been my text-a-friend thru this whole thing. "I am going to nag you through your whole recovery". Bethy  and myself sister Barb  also keeping tabs on me. I am accountable. 

Here's a wrap up of the first few days.

Friday, surgery day. Did zip. Didn't even put on my Fitbit.

Saturday. I only took the OTC pain meds the way she prescribed. The opiates are still up in the bathroom. Finally, if someone breaks into my house there is something worth stealing. I walked up to the corner twice. The first time I stopped three times. The second time once and I bullshitted with neighbors. I also weighed myself I was two pounds heavier. I looked like I was well into a second trimester.

Sunday, My first walk was up the hill, left to Sassafrass (1/2 block), down the alley, back the alley and home. Basically I went around a half block. The next time, I went past Sassafrass and went to Foot, but still came back the alley. The third time was a repeat of number 1. Again, BS with the neighbors. Again, OTC pain med protocol. My belly was mostly down, but still hard. I gained another pound leaving me three pounds above my Noom start weight. Like a dog, all the walking was doing it's job. On more then one occasion I had to hustle, best I could, back to the house.

Monday. I got adventurous. First I walked to the top of the hill with my sister and home. Later I went up the hill, turned right, went down Thorpe alley to Itaska, and home. Since that went well, the second time I went to Christian Street that was pushing it. So the third time I went to Hellener. I felt it wen I came home. Again, OTC pain med protocol. And BSing with the neighbors. 

Tuesday, my sister and I went down the hill and on the flat part of Bastian. Again I went out three times. The first time to Hellener, and the last two to Clewell. It's been really nice and the neighbors are always out. Being with them is part of the walk. I cut the pain meds in half. Instead of three hours I went a generous six. 

Since it was four days post op and I hadn't taken any opiates, I tried driving. Getting in the car is hard. Out pretty easy. Bumps ouch. But there's really no point driving when you can't lift, bend, push, pull, reach when you get there. I drove to the farm and got some eggs. I got some veggies too. I put them in two bags. Walked the eggs to the car first and then the other bags. Gloria, who runs the market saw me outside.A teen was manning the register. We chit-chatted and she asked me what I was doing this summer and I said recovering from surgery. That's why I'm taking my stuff to the car in two loads. Knowing what she was thinking, I said. Don't you yell at her. She offered to carry my bags and I said no. When I returned for my second bag the teen was walking to meet me.

Today I walked to the top of the hill with my sister. She only stopped once. She's getting better but once it gets hot I fear she won't go.

I thought the vegetable truck is at the Art Establishment today so I waited till 9:50 to walk. I walked down the hill, crossed Broadway and went out Cherokee. Then I returned via Broadway to the Art Establishment to shop. And they weren't there. It's tomorrow. I'll try again. I can only buy a handful of things to meet my weight limit. I'm thinking strawberries, a cuke, and lettuce. Had to stop a few times on this walk, so I think I'll do the same walk again later. Almost back to my start weight.

Today is the first day I am am planning not to take pain relievers. We'll see.  

This module on Noom is just like the others but you get to be more creative. I respond much better to creativity than words. One day last week we had to do a "Wheel of Life"  and use it to find balance. I actually shared my graph with the group. I don't share shit. I might respond to people, but there's no way people are going to know my business. Someone named Clarrisa saw my chart and found an app to make hers. I started a creative trend. (okay, maybe not. But it's my blog and I'm sticking with it.)

Yesterday on Noom you had to imagine yourself as a super hero. I don't feel like a super hero. I just wrote "fat girl failing" as my name. Thankfully it's just computers reading this stuff. Then I forgot about it.  But today when I checked the group -- recovery is really, really boring -- Clarissa found a phone app to make super heros. Since I have nothing but time on my hands I went searching for a generator on my laptop. I did not want the stereotypical woman with the Barbie waist and the Wendy Williams boobs. I found this generator on heroized.com. You still have to pick male/female but the proportions are a little more realistic...at least from this view. I choose the designer avatar, and the In on her belt is InDesign. And her hat gives her some not to serious style.

I borrowed a cord for my Kindle but it didn't work. I actually dug around and found one that fit. Not sure what's on there. I only have one book left and at least three more weeks of being on my butt. I'm not normally one to wish away time, but July 8 can't come soon enough.