Here's the latest (Fri, 5/27, 8:00 a.m.)
Noticeable improvement. Still a considerable amount of pain, but visible improvement. And still a long way to go.
I still take 2 different pain meds, staggering them so that I'm taking something every 2 hours. (1's a narcotic; the other is a heavy dose of anti-inflammatory drugs). I *hate* taking lots of pain meds, because I hate the sleep/stupor they put me in. And yet I still have to do so because of pain. *sigh*
One big sign of progress is that I find myself looking @ the clock & getting bummed out as the time for the narcotic one approaches. Earlier in the week, I looked @ the clock in eager anticipation of temporary relief from pain the next dose would bring. Now I look with a heavy sigh, knowing that I still have to take it, and also knowing that it'll put me in that stupor for a while.
I'm still sleeping on the couch out of 2-way fear (hers and mine!) than Lisa or I will roll over in the night & hit my incision. Which would be a whole lot of bad...and would be pretty easy to do.
*Eagerly* anticipating the following, perhaps some day in the not-too-distant future:
--sleeping in my own bed
--NOT having to deal w/ the narcotic stupor
--sitting in a tub & soaking for a while (Progress: I *can* shower now, but no soaking in a bath tub)
--riding my bike
--driving my car
--an entire day of productivity, rather than the occasional minutes of productivity right now
--mowing my lawn (no, really! In the mean time though, I'm *so* thankful to a friend who has told us he'd mow it for as long as we needed)
Speaking of pain-med stupor, um...night night! *sigh*
Thanks for your continued prayers!
With love & hope,