SOLSC '26 Day Ten: Mandatory walking

 

Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.

Well, I survived the yeeting of my reproductive system, as the kids would say.  

Thank God for anesthesiologists.  When mine came to my pre-op bed to go over the details, I told him what I've told every anesthesiologist that's ever worked on me or my children: "You're the most important person in the operating room.  You're the one who's going to make sure I (or they) don't feel a thing and keep breathing, and you're the one who's going to make sure I (or they) wake up afterwards.  This surgery isn't happening without you."  He appreciated the compliment; maybe that's why I don't remember anything after he said he was starting the IV push.  I woke up in the post-op bay, blissfully unaware of what had transpired the two hours before.

I was home by mid-afternoon, with doctor's orders to rest, hydrate, and walk to prevent clotting.  I changed out of my cute jumpsuit into jammies that better accommodated the ball of local pain meds tethered to my body via catheters in two of my six incisions.  Since I like to name medical apparatuses (our daughter's apnea monitor was Monty), I've named the ball Q-bert.  After I took a much-needed nap--time change plus impending surgery did not allow for a good night's sleep beforehand--it was time for me and Q-bert to take a walk.  Still wobbly, my husband stayed by my side for the first few walks between bed, bathroom, and kitchen.

Today, I've managed the walks pretty much on my own.  I slept so heavily last night that I was up at four a.m., fixing myself some protein toaster waffles and my first cup of coffee in over twenty-four hours.  I still feel a little weak, but the hallway in our little house is just long enough for a couple of laps before I need to rest again.  Carrying Q-bert is a little annoying, but I'm thankful for the pain management and the little strapped bag that makes it easier for it to handle.

Been sitting long enough.  Time for another mandatory walk.  Maybe tomorrow, I'll manage going out to the front porch...