My poor, neglected little blog. I had surgery in mid-February, and boy, did I underestimate the time it would take to feel human again. I think I’m nearly there, two and a half months later. Let this be a lesson to you, surgery-getters. Take whatever recovery time your doctor gives you and double it.
Allegedly, I should have been able to go back to work 2 weeks post-op, if I worked outside the house. Two weeks after my surgery, I was still sleeping in the guest room so that no one stood a chance of accidentally touching me, I could barely stay awake for more than three hours at a time, and I still wasn’t driving myself anywhere because I couldn’t wear a seatbelt unless I also put a pillow underneath it. No, that wouldn’t attract the attention of the local law enforcement at all! And I’m sure my employer would have loved finding me face-down on my desk every few minutes, too.
Luckily, I have mostly recovered just in time for softball season here in the Midwest. As you may know, we sometimes lack recreational options out here in the sticks, and hence, softball is HUGE during the summer. The little one has coach-pitch practices already, and my husband and I have practice for beer-league softball in another town. It’s a good thing I can drive without that pillow now, because I rarely see the outside of my truck unless I’m standing in a ball field somewhere.
I’m not that great at softball on a good day, so getting ready to play after having surgery is humiliating at times. Swinging a bat with 35 inches worth of relatively fresh scars around one’s chest/midsection? Ow. It still kind of hurts to raise my arms very far, which makes it really interesting trying to throw a softball very far. The good news is that my performance at practice means they’ll be less likely to put me in to play very many games, thus reducing my overall humiliation.
After all of the driving to practices and running after softballs and batting until my arms might fall off means that the small amounts of post-op energy I’ve regained go away pretty fast. So, if I don’t blog again for another 48 years, I’m probably napping. All sayings involving sleeping animals and how you should let them remain asleep apply here.