Just a heads up, this is pretty all talk about medical stuff, might want to skip if that’s triggering. With that out of the way …
Well I’ve been home a week and a half now and it’s been two weeks since surgery. I’ve settled into the post op routine of resting up, taking things easy and not overdoing stuff, along with dilating three times a day.
Dilating generally means spending the best part of 40 minutes on my back in the spare room inspecting and monitoring ongoing healing and areas of concern, cleaning things up and then going to work with Hope and Mercy, my dilators. This is follwed up by 10 minutes or so in the bath cleaning up and setting things up for the next round.
Of course this means having to split the day up to accomodate this, which can put a crimp on plans and get wearing after a while, but after ten weeks or so this can be dropped down to twice a day. If I get to the point where I start geting frustrated I just need to remind myself that like so many other things, we’re playing the long game here. Things will improve, slow and steady.
Things are progressing nicely on the healing front. I’ve had no signs of infection thus far (though I am monitoring my body temperature every day) and things are generally mending well. I have had a couple of fairly raw spots that have opened up alog the stitching at the base of my vagina, but that’s to be expected as it’s an area where a lot of movement happens, as well as being the area my dilators go in. If I’m honest I was expecting this, as well as having to delicately remove any dead tissue from the area. hankfully I’ve not had much of this.
I seem to have been fairly lucky on the pain front too. I’m actually shocked at how little pain I’ve been in so far, relatively spoeaking. I thought there’d be times I’d be screaming the place down, but no, the worst pain I’ve had has been mainly through catherter issues. The day where I had the first one out and couldn’t wee was easily the most discomfort I’ve had so far and then the first week at home I’ve had to be so careful not to knock or move it.
I finally had it removed on Thursday and I’m shocked at just how much more moble I’ve become since. I’m no longer having random stabs of pain because I’ve moved the wrong way and caused the catheter to shift and keeping myself clean down there is a lot easier now I don’t have to gingerly work around the line in.
Being able to wear clothes properly is so underrated. With the catherter in to be honest, wearing anything on my lower half was more trouble than it was worth. With that out, and seeing my underwear actually fit and not trying to hide things anymore is a good feeling I can’t put into words. Mentally, having that chunk of dysphoria finally disppear is great. It’s like a static hum that has finally been silenced. In computer terms it’s like deleting a program that’s sat in the background far ages and hogging a large chink of the CPU resource.
It’s also good to see Minnie (yes I called my vagina Minnie, sue me 😛 ) in all her splendour now that thing is out. Of course things look a bit battered still but the changes day by day, seeing things improve as swelling lessens and things heal is nice.
It’s also nice, being a bit more mobile is doing humdrum things around the house. The other day i was able to make breakfast for me and Rebecca. Granted it was only tea and toast, but given I’ve not been able to do anything for two weeks, it’s a big thing to me. Rebecca has been a star, she’s done so much for me over the past couple of weeks and I have been fighting that feeling of feeling bad becuse I can’t do anything much. I know feeling bad for not doing stuff becuase of the surgery is daft, but try tell that to my brain. Of course i still can’t do much and it’ll be weeks before I can do anything vaguely strenuous, but being able to do litle jobs again is a relief.
I even escaped the flat yesterday, even if it was just to accompany Rebecca to the shops. I couldn’t do anything more than push the trolley around and I’m still shuffling around like an old woman but it’s nice to be on my feet. Of course there was a bit of discomfort here and there but my main issue was my blood pressure, which keeps dropping off at random. Thankfully I took my stick with me and there’s places to sit down, and I had time to get there as I know the warning signs well. Hopefully it’ll sort itself out in time.
If I’m honest I’ve not really had that feeling of cabin fever that I know some people get post surgery. Feeling as I am I an quite happy not leaving the flat for a week and especially so during the heatwave. My body really doesn’t function well in 30c heat so even if I wasn’t recoveringfor surgery I’d be planning stuff so I wouldn’ have to be outside after 11am anyway as I can’t be dealing with sunburn or heatstroke.
If I’m honest my only real frustration right now is an inability to sit up properly. Things are just too uncomfortable at the moment so I’ve been doing a lot of lounging or lying down lately. Oh well, here’s hoping that’ll change soon and things continue as they have been.
(I escaped 😀 )