As a patient, or someone recently out of hospital, your wants and needs shrink amazingly.
The comfort of familiar things, freedom from pain, a small measure of independence, sleep, and a body that appears to be co-operating in achieving these things. Those who know me even a little will know that I have been pushing the boundaries, in some cases a bit too hard. Yesterday, I tottered along, (with the Husband in full hover-mode beside me) up and down the BIL’s street in the sun. I made 400m/ 430+ yards before I called it a day. Later in the day, it became apparent this had been 200m too much. I have trouble applying the brakes, in almost everything I do. The result was an evening of strong pain and fatigue, and all the elation of the morning evaporated. Lesson learned. For now, anyway.
Today, we are doing laundry, packing suitcases and acquiring travel necessities such as chocolate… I will be doing a lot of the packing, but from a firmly seated position. Tonight we have dinner with a few friends from our motorbike club (so I can torment myself a little more with how long it’s going to be till I can get back on the bike, you understand), and then on Friday morning, we’re OFF! I could easily have left it another day, but the siren call of my own bed, and things being where they should be, and close at hand, is irresistible. It’s undoubtedly true that being at home will possibly make me take on too much again, but at least my large and flawlessly comfortable bed will be there to fall into. I will have help and support from the Dowager while I’m not allowed to drive (another 2½ weeks, eek!).
And then, of course, there’s the sewing room…. I feel the irresistible pull of unstarted and unfinished blocks, of projects on hold but due in a few months, the wheeled chair for zooming around the floor from machine to ironing board. I’ll definitely have to ration my time in there, but it will be therapeutic to be making again, so the rationing won’t be too strict.
Lots of time in the kitchen will have to wait till I can stand for longer periods. I had a call while in hospital from one of my GF Bakery customers, rattling off an order “for Monday, yes?”. Well, er, no, actually. Silence. I explained. They hadn’t ordered from me for about 6 weeks, so were unaware of the issue. I’ll give them a call when I get home and give them an ETA for the resumption of normal service 🙂
And finally, the ♥ thanks ♥. I owe you all a huge debt of thanks for the kindness, care, compassion, support and strength you’ve sent me. It has hauled me by my scruff through some quite dark and lonely moments and brought me out the other side to the realisation that yes, the pain will stop, the back will get better, and in six weeks all this will be behind me (geddit?). Sorry, couldn’t resist. You know me and puns.
Love you all.