Been a bit quiet since my post just before my lap. I came round from the anesthesia around 6pm, vaguely remember my mum sitting there. Then I don’t remember anything until I woke up the following morning. I do know they offered me more painkillers but I refused them, lol. I am so medication sensitive and was still high as a kite when I was discharged around 2pm. The drive home was long and every bump hurt, but I was not in nearly as much pain as everyone had said I would be in. The worst was how fuzzy my head still felt.
I camped at my gran’s house for the first night, staying on the couch and pretty much just sleeping. The next day I went for lunch with her and my mum, then a friend came to stay over. I developed a cough and was up until 3am because of it. The cough lasted a good 3 days and drove me NUTS. Nothing I did helped the itchy, sore feeling. And coughing after a laparoscopy is no joke…just saying.
Anyway other than that I felt okay, I stopped taking painkillers on day 3 and started getting out and about a bit. Not driving myself but I went out to pubs and sat with friends Friday, Saturday and Sunday night, hahaha. Sunday I started developing a pain on my left side near my incision and ovary area. Yesterday I went back to the hospital because the pain is getting worse and I was worried I’d ripped something.
Turns out I’ll live. If I sit the hell down and stop over doing it. The pain is irritation inside. It feels like hundreds of open blisters. So I took tramadol when I got home yesterday and after sleeping for two hours woke up feeling hungover and so sick. Had to bring a bucket to my room and take an anti nausea pill. Never mind the sedative qualities of both the meds which left me high as a kite and wanting to sleep. But every time I closed my eyes the world was spinning and I felt like I wanted to throw up. So I was awake until about 3am.
Today I am tired as heck and sore. I am fed up after being told I cannot exercise for 6 weeks. I asked if I couldn’t take a little teeny walky-hike and the doctor laughed and said, “No, stay at home and rest.” SIX WEEKS of no exercise!?? My eating disordered brain starts screaming at me a little. OMG I am going to get fat. Also what if I can’t drive next week? I have to work. I can barely walk right now, or at least not very far…like bed to kitchen or I took a little stroll downstairs to my friend’s car earlier and she took me for cake and tea. Now I feel more sore. I hate this so much. Serious FOMO right now because my friends are out for a drink and I have been staring at my bedroom walls and watching series for two days.
However, perhaps this is good. I need to think about why I cannot sit still for long periods of time. I think a big part of it is needing to move and be active because perhaps I have transferred Ana into some form of orthorexia. But is putting on a bit of weight the worst thing that could happen? I have a gym contract and I will enjoy the challenge again. Then I keep thinking, what am I running from that I don’t want to sit on my own all the time. Maybe I need to look into this. Might be nothing. Might just be that I am hyper active and want to experience a shit ton of things rather than wasting time in bed. Guess I could get out my maths books and start studying again, as long as the painkillers and lack of sleep don’t make me too foggy!
Right, time for bed.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I have stage 1 endometriosis so it really wasn’t a major op. And I have been bleeding for a week. Yay. Fun.