Yesterday marked the end of week 2 after my myomectomy.
I feel much better than last week but these are dangerous times… The words to describe this week are: imprudent and silly.
While at home, I am very mobile and I can walk up and down the stairs quite comfortably. Therefore, Tuesday, I went out for my first walk. Walking indoors is really not the same as going out. I only went out for 20-25 minutes and I’m glad I did it but I was very happy to get back home. It felt great at the beginning but after about 10 minutes, I felt that my stomach was pulling down a bit and that was very uncomfortable. I think that if I had a washboard tummy, I wouldn’t have that problem but that is sadly not the case. On Wednesday, I paid for my outing and felt a bit more sore from the very morning. I had to take it easy.
On Thursday afternoon, I had another appointment with the nurse to check my belly button stitches. She had to shorten it and as a result, the end of the thread now pricks me a bit when I sit down but whatever… I am still bleeding. It is not constant or heavy but I was a bit worried about it so I asked. She said that most people stop bleeding after 2 weeks but that everyone is different. My bleeding doesn’t look like it wants to stop.
The surgeon said that I would get a letter about my 6th week appointment and I still haven’t got anything. By then, I should be better. I will need to talk to him about my hysteroscopy to remove the last 2 fibroids. I need this to be done sooner rather than later.
Thursday was also my birthday and my mum made me my favourite dish: fish court-bouillon. It’s a dish from back home. She used parrot fish (because I love it) and served it with rice and kidney beans. The whole thing was delicious. My boyfriend made me my favourite chocolate cake. It is soooooo chocolatey… My cake was in the shape of a heart and I devoured it. The only glitch was buying a “healthy” custard instead of making one and it was disgusting.We ended up having it with double cream (little piggies).
This picture does not do it justice.
On Friday, I had friends over and really managed to relax. It was refreshing to talk about other things see different people and get all the gossip from work (mwahaha).
This week, I realised how tricky it was to be at that stage. The pain is no longer constant and most of my days are very good. Consequently, THREE times this week, I cried out in pain because I went in bed the wrong way. When your stomach doesn’t hurt all the time, it’s difficult to remember to sit, slide and roll.
I also really struggled with the whole “don’t carry anything, don’t push, don’t pull” thing. This morning, I decided to load the washing machine and do the washing up. I had to stop halfway through and ended up in the sofa, crying. All the meds they gave me at the hospital are now finished (ibuprofen, antibiotics, paracetamol) but I still popped a couple of pills because I was in a lot of pain. I still have to take iron tablets. I think I may be a bit anemic since the surgeon told me I lost a litre of blood.
It also still feels a bit uncomfortable to laugh hard, sneeze or cough but it is much easier than it was last week.
I am really getting tired of sleeping on my back; it’s not how I used to sleep and I don’t seem to get used to it. I have now mastered a technique that allows me to stay on my side for quite a while (tucking my side of the duvet or a pillow under that side of my stomach) but it’s SUPER painful when I return to lying on my back. I really want to try to lie on my stomach but it feels like a dumb idea because the voice at the back of my head is telling me that it will definitely hurt. In addition, I can’t think of a may to go from facing down to facing up without twisting my midsection, causing some sort of pull (no).
This afternoon, I had to use out of date creme fraiche (1 day) and rotting clementines so I made a little tart instead of throwing it all away. Half-way through, I realised I didn’t have enough clementines and had to finish off with some plums. It probably looks very strange but it was delicious.
My mum flew over during my first week and I can see that she is getting a bit bored because I can’t go out with her and she doesn’t want to go out on her own. Last time we went out (yesterday), I went to a few local shops with her and I got weird looks because she was carrying everything. I found it a bit funny. People judge so much… To be honest, I would have probably thought the same.
I am really hoping that by next week, I will be able to stay out with her and wander about. I actually need to pamper myself, get my eyebrows done, feel like a girl again.
Have a great week!
kikiruns 