This weekend was such a mixed bag. Yesterday I had that great walk in the park. Last night some good longtime friends came over and brought us a beautiful dinner. It felt so good to hang out and laugh, to eat good food and visit with friends we’ve known for decades.
This morning I woke up feeling pretty optimistic and confident. I decided, it’s probably time I start really cutting back on the prescription painkillers I’ve been taking. Narcotics. Way less than I was at the start, but still way more than I want to be taking. I tried taking some over the counter Tylenol in hopes that I could maintain my level of comfort. We planned to go out for another little walk in the park, but it felt really different than yesterday. By the time we had driven up from our house to the parking lot (about 1/4 mile), the familiar stabbing near my shoulder blade had started up.
I took a deep breath. This is not going to get the best of me, I said. We walked maybe a total of ten minutes and at that point all I could think of was coming home and getting horizontal.
Discouraging. I gulped down my pill and lay on my back. Again.
Tomorrow the surgeon comes back. I was still hoping to get to Minneapolis on Thursday. But I think some kind of reality hit me today. When I realized that even though I am so much better than I was a month ago, I am still so far from normal.
Here is the hard truth. I still can’t:
- work (any of my three jobs: physical therapy, writing or leading Weight Watchers meetings)
- get through a day (0r night) without prescription pain meds
- exercise in any meaningful way (including: Nia dance class, work out with my trainer, run, swim or ride a bicycle, lift weights or do any of the workout videos in my house)
- carry a purse or a backpack
- drive my car, or independently get myself anyplace outside my house
- pick up anything heavier than a coffee cup
- prepare meals for my family that involve more than a microwave
- go shopping or run any errands
- do anything that involves being upright for longer than an hour maximum
People, these are a LOT of big things on the “can’t” list. Yes, I am super happy for the progress I have made. But this has been going on too damn long. Too long. An entire season has passed by while I have been down.
The surgeon comes back tomorrow. I expect we will probably have a conversation sometime in the late afternoon or evening.
I’m ready to be done with this.