It’s been almost 6 weeks since my spinal fusion and decompression surgery. It seems my two rods and six screws in the spine are working. The terrible pain is gone. No more pain killers are needed and I walk rather well with a cane. Still, I have some distance ahead of me.
I know now why my surgeon told me when I decided to take the plunge, “You may not like me very much for a while.” I disliked him the most the first two weeks, but now that he is back in fairly good graces, I still find I am not quite myself.
I am still not allowed to bend, twist, or lift anything over ten pounds. I never realized how much this would limit me. I can walk for exercise and am trying to extend my walks. I miss my garden tub baths and hope to get permission for those at my next appointment. For the first time in my life, I have developed a terrible case of insomnia. At this point nothing seems to help so I am looking forward to a conversation with my doctor in a couple of days. It’s so hard to be sleepy but not be able to sleep.
Thinks came to a head yesterday on the phone with Princess Daughter Sallie. My tears came gently as I had my little pity party with my daughter on the phone. She was kind and helpful. Today was better. I walked a half a mile and later rewarded myself with a hot caramel sundae with a cherry. My Favorite Yankee asked me if it made me smile. I assured him it did.