Saturday, November 23, 2013
Where is bottom?
Sigh, tomorrow will be a new day. It can get worse so I won't dare utter those words. It will just be a new day.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Asleep
It is so odd to realize that in hours I will be asleep. My body dependent completely on others. My children about their day, aware of where I am but oblivious to the risks. I trust my surgeon completely. I offer them complete honesty of my current health knowing well that truth will guide them. My body will be at complete rest. My mind asleep. Hours of my life to never be recalled.
I have had surgery before. But never with nerve block and induced paralysis. Waking up in pain is normal and healthy. I fear waking up to nothing..I fear the unknown.
All going well is the only outcome I will consider. MUA with arthroscopy. Beyond that I leave to my written pre-op orders, risks and fate.
Please pray for Sydney. My Child's solace is in my body and soul being beside her. She will worry, fear and feel anxiety over our distance.. Our routine is each other. Please prepay for Justin and her to find a stride.
For Luke to be kind and for his family that needs a big brother who is as kind as he is intelligent.
For Emily, that our family appreciates her amazing wisdom, hugs and nuggles. She brings these things more than we appreciate.
Tomorrow I wake up and regain my right leg. There is no other option.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Water on a floor
There are some people who doubt the validity of post traumatic stress. I do not know much about the scientific and emotional background behind it. I am certain I have it.
On a rainy day every step is a memory I live over and over. In public bathrooms near sinks I see spots I carefully step to avoid. I caution my children at every random moment of the day I can. Fall and you could break your knee.
I have always been a ticky person. I have always had OCD issues. They were always focused on germs. Germs now are the least of my issues. I am focused on every single step I make. At home and out and about. I take every single grounded foot plant that I am blessed with. I always take the time to tell employees of my overly sensitive issues when it comes to the surfaces your feel touch. I hope I am the reason someday that no one lives through what I am living through. It has become my mission. My purpose.
Please watch as you walk. One small trip and your fall will be a jaded memory of post traumatic stress.
Life moves on when you fear each step there is no doubt to that. But many times it moves on n very slow motion. A motion I wish I could have slowed down before it changed our lives for ever.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
My husband
My love for my husband has been much of all of those I mentioned above. Not perfection, ever changing, worthy of nurturing. It has evolved. It has changed color and shape. It has grown and shriveled and it is in its current form everything I could have ever dreamed of.
My love lay 20 inches away as I type. Snoring. His jammy pants falling just above his cute butt crack. Sorry Justin, I won't go further. He snores and his back moves up and down. He always sleeps with pillows over his head. Odd to some, perfect to me. His toes lie still. Mine constantly move. He never needs blankets. I steal them all. We are a work in progress but we are right now the easiest work I have ever undertaken.
A few years ago and perhaps a few years from now maybe it will not be so easy but I welcome that. I accept my husband for who he is. He accepts me for who I am. It isn't always perfect. We aren't always on the same page. But we love each other and we give and take. And for the last 10.5 years it has worked. I highly recommend it. Think of changing nothing. Accept everything - work together on meeting in the middle of things you do not agree with. Don't give up easily. Don't give in too long. Compromise is everything. Love is worth it.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Phase Two
I have thought out in my head justification for why I am not nearly where he (the surgeon) wants me to be. Some of those justifications include: I am paying you so aren't you happy I need more appointments? Or I got the bladder infection from hell and nearly died! or my favorite It really hurts! And of all the excused sadly the last is the truth. It hurts like hell. Phase two of my therapy is very physical. It involves a therapist holding my knee and pressing it into a bending position until I scream Fuck loud enough. Yes, I say Fuck. I say it a lot while at therapy. I am sorry for that truth.
My muscle have been extremely tight which is likely due to swelling and traumatic bending of my knee. I would like to believe there is something wrong. Yes I just said that. I have not had much failure in my life and I feel like I am failing at my therapy. Failing to heal in the goal time I set for myself. If I am failing it has to be a blame on something other then me. But for the first time since this all happened I am not disappointed or depressed. It is just another hurdle, another jump. I will make it. Not as timely as I wanted but I am not perfect. That has never been more OK with me. I am human, damaged and mending.
The kids ask often how many more weeks until we do what we used to do. My friends ask the same. Sadly we are not talking weeks. I am two months and a few days into a 6 month minimum but most likely closer to 8 months or 12 months process. I can not lie to them. I tell them honestly that a few weeks from now they will not see much change. And for the first time I am ok with that honesty as well.
Since my bladder infection I am finally tolerating all foods and drinking more than water and herbal tea. It took a while to not need Zofran.
Originally I had a goal of taking the kids Trick Or Treating. That probably will not happen. That does not mean I will not enjoy it. It for sure does not mean my children will not enjoy it! I probably will not be driving by November 1st. That is OK too. As claustrophobic as immobility can make you it becomes tolerable. I will most likely do all my Christmas shopping online. At this time last year I was done shopping. That is ok as well. All good things in time.
As for tomorrow, I will wake up and put on my shorts - one leg at a time. Brace up into my 4.8 lb leg brace. I will ride to Pomona and walk into my surgeons office with my head held high. I will expect failure but I will appreciate my progress. Anything on top of that will be cake in a very positive way. I will come home with Justin and Emily. Pick up Sydney from school. We will try to make a trip to the pumpkin patch as a family after we pick up Luke. We will eat dinner. Life will go on. Our family will survive and dare I say thrive. And as we fall asleep I will dream about Friday and repeating it all over again - with no expectations, only dreams of success.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Wishing
A couple hours later during dinner he glanced over at me and said he was feeling so much better and that the snuggles took his puke away.
My wish came true, just not in the way I had envisioned it.