Saturday, November 10, 2012

Hiking in the Shawnee


   Hiking is a little strong of a word.  Although the guys did some of it last weekend, I stayed at the parking lot and took pics of things I could see from flat ground.  Walking was about the only thing I was allowed to do and only then when it was absolutely necessary. I was still able to get some great shots I need to edit, but I did the people ones first.


   Then I handed over the camera to Ethan.  Note me hiding behind the tree, to hide all my contraptions---drains, tubes, this binding apparatus that makes me look a lot like I have gained back half the weight I have lost, etc.  I am no fool.  And of course, I was still in the stage where I was not allowed to raise my arms above my head for more than a second or two, so there is the perpetual pony tail working.  And we were in the woods, so who needs to be made up for that?  Yes, I am making excuses-mostly for those people who think this process should have made me into Barbie by now--it has not, and here is the proof
    I would not have included this picture, as it is just kind of silly, but you can see that I am shrinking, cuz you can see my jeans under that way too big sweater. (not to mention, nasty drain tubes hanging out of my jeans and sweater--cool huh? God I hate those things!) One of these days I will get a real pic where you can see the huge difference in me.  Sometimes it is really obvious and just when I forget about it, someone points out how amazing the difference is. Even Rita said she did not recognize me the other night because I was wearing clothes that fit, and not workout pants and huge t-shirts like I wear to work to keep from hurting myself with all these tubes.  I can only stand the pain  of having the tubes confined or smashed etc for a short period of time, so I am not wasting it on work!  When I go out somewhere though, sometimes I will suffer for the cause and I guess she had not seen me dressed right yet.  Compared to what she sees at work every day, it threw her for a loop.  That cracked me up.

In good news, it looks like we may have finally found the right mix of meds that will work on me.  The pain from this last surgery has been out of control and the strong pain meds I was on was no longer doing the trick.  This week though we added a sleeping pill of all things, and it seems to be a life saver.  I have only taken in twice, but both days after, I woke up not fighting screaming in pain just from breathing and I made it several hours before I even felt like I might potentially need a pain pill. It has been a completely different world and helped me feel a little more productive.  Now I am still an emotional wreck, just as likely to cry over some imaginary thing as to spit at you, but I am kind of encouraged that if actually sleeping can let my physical self heal enough to not be in agony, then maybe my mental state will do the same thing.  Lets hope that starts soon, because these mood swings are probably harder to be around than they are to suffer!

1 comments:

Shelley said...

Hey you look fabulous. I am trying to think of something clever to say about your drains but my brain is all tapped out.

Glad to see you are getting out and about a little and that you're making headway with the pain. It's crazy how much energy a body wastes fighting pain.

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