I went back to work this week. Two days at the end of my normal week just to see if I could do it. The first night was hard. I had a hard 10 pound weight limit and my normal backpack is way more than 10 pounds of everything I could want. So I took a much lighter shoulder bag into work with a light netbook instead of my normal heavy-duty laptop. Then I found out somebody removed the painkillers from the first aid kit at work so by the end of my shift I was very tired and very sore. I went home and fell hard asleep for most of the day. The next day proved much easier though and I finished my short workweek feeling good about my recovery.
I spent my first night after surgery in one of those awesome powered hospital beds that goes up, down, and all that jazz. It made it so easy to find a comfortable position to sleep in. When I came home I had this awesome rocker/recliner chair that allowed me to do the same thing. It hurt to lie back all the way, and it hurt to sit up straight. But I could kick my feet up, lean back just a little bit, and go to sleep with a minimum of discomfort. There are times when the littlest of things makes all the difference in the world.
An issue I’ve had for many years is mucus buildup in my throat. I cough it up and it comes back. The only way I’ve found to combat it is to drink pop. The carbonation breaks up the mucus and gives me some relief from the coughing. But with my recent issue, drinking pop was just right out. Now part of my recovery included drinking juice for extra vitamins and the like since my system was running so low. I found after one sip that grape juice was just going to make my mucus problem worse. But apple juice is acidic enough that it ate the mucus right up. I’ve been drinking apple juice ever since and the coughing is gone. I never realized how something so simple could help so much.
Sunday was a day of change. It was one week after the first symptoms started. A friend stopped by on the way home with gifts from the convention I missed this weekend. We talked a bit. It was good. It was tiring. Then I had a hankering for pudding and ate most of a bowl of fresh milk chocolate pudding. Pure bliss. I can actually lie down on a bed without hurting now. So that is good too. Then I saw a Subway commercial and fell in lust. A few minutes later I held in my hands a toasted slice of wheat bread. Add cheese, honey mustard, BBQ sauce, ham, and lettuce, and my mouth took a direct trip to heaven.
I began toying with real food on Friday. The meatloaf was good but I could only eat it very slow and in small amounts. My system handled it, but an attempt to eat it later that day hit a total roadblock. My stomach just said no, so I ate some more jello and went to bed. On Saturday I tried chicken noodle soup, with real chicken added, and had the same result. Once was OK. Twice was right out. I have been able to handle scrambled eggs each morning though, which has been an amazing jumpstart to the day. The best news is, my Wookie mating calls remain strong so all hope is not yet lost. 🙂
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