Yesterday was a rock.
I woke early (after very little sleep) to an incredibly sore left leg. The big doses of local anaesthetic administered in and around my wounds while in surgery had now fully worn off. Reality bites.
When I glanced down at my leg for the first time in daylight I honestly gasped!! Oh my lord! There is some serious bandaging/bandage covered external devices down there!! It felt like a dead weight.
It has required a reasonable amount of forethought, teeth gritting and a good number of clicks from the PCA (patient controlled analgesic) to do anything.. and by ‘anything’ I mean move a muscle in my butt cheek anything!
Yesterday was a bad day for me and my Brisbane based support crew (Mark, Mum and Stella) with a day that seemed to have more tears than triumphs. Their tears more in empathy to my pain.
I had absolutely expected pain, but obviously it wasn’t the holy wow kind that I’d prepared for… Ever the optimist when the physiotherapist visited me yesterday I believed I’d be on my feet in no time.
The reality was that just manoeuvring my leg to the edge of the bed was difficult AND letting it dangle over the side of the bed had my head spinning🙄.
I felt bummed.
That was until Ivan (Dr Astori) arrived with a green felt folder for me..
‘What is this?’, I asked.
‘Your toolkit’, he replied.