End of Week 4

This past week has been pretty good.  But I have horrible cabin fever.  I want to wear jeans and go without my back brace and go out to eat with my friends.  I want to walk around Galena and make poor shopping choices.

The good news is that I can walk about a mile and a half in an hour.  You can do the math on how slow that is, but I am proud of that progress.

At 4 weeks post-op my hot flashes are slowing down, my legs have small but semi-mighty muscle cramps, and a strange tightness and then shakiness to them.  I haven't asked Dr. Google about it yet but I'm sure it has something to do with the healing nerves.  Nerves Be Crazy.  That's the title of my next album.

My incision infection seems to be healed and Stitches version 2.0 will come out on July 3rd.

I'm trying to find the confidence to drive.  The recovery schedule says I can 4 weeks post op and I am off of the heaviest of pain meds.  It's the twisting involved when you drive that has me worried.  But I really want to go buy some tank-tops so I can wear my brace under my t-shirts (not sure if I mentioned that my surgeon gave me the blessing to take off the hard back of the brace so I have moved from being a turtle to simply being the heavy-weight champion of the world).  Anyway I thought wearing the brace under a t-shirt and on top of a tank-top might be a nice change of pace.

I know I am doing great but this recovery process is longer than I originally imagined.   I thought perhaps by today I would be able to drive to Des Moines to participate in a two-day meeting regarding some efforts in our state for Early Childhood.  Boy, was I kidding myself.  I can comfortably sit for about 20 minutes.  I can walk way longer than I can sit.  Which is why I spend the majority of my day horizontal.  Watching Netflix.

Speaking of Netflix, I watched all 6 seasons of Private Practice in 4 weeks.  That's a lot of screen time my friends.  And almost every episode makes me cry so you can imagine how fun it was for Michael to come check on me in the past 4 weeks.  Pure joy.  He didn't regret "for better or worse" even once, I am sure.

Well, that's really all that's going on now.